To whom do I owe
the pleasure of meeting you?

you, the one who has touched this raw,
broken heart
and tended the wounds left by the
wrongs of the past.

you've stitched
my compassion, my love light, my
heart
into itself, anew with light of
companionship.

every memory is a drop in the pool of life.
you, however, are a river,
always moving, changing...
flooding with good feelings.

so to whom do I humbly owe
the pleasure of having met you,
drawn you closer into my heart,
opened up to your healing passion?