I know not, how often
Have I smiled with tears in my eyes.
Silently watching as
A quiet calm throws a veil over these lies.
Still waters, bequeathing,
A sense of hope and longing.
These dire days, I pray,
May one day be forgiving.
And I have kept my heart locked,
Dark and protected.
Once so welcoming to the world
Lo! The pain to which it was subjected.
Now as I gaze back,
To the storms I have braved,
Demons tamed,
With dreams, my dearest, I had paid.
I look into your eyes,
There is warmth, beckoning.
I have come so far,
Wished on stars afar, for this tale that is unfolding.
I know not, what tomorrow holds,
Thorns, nay, wild flowers.
But I know now, for sure,
That even love can start fires.
Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 1:36 PM UTC
I know not, how often
Have I smiled with tears in my eyes.
Silently watching as
A quiet calm throws a veil over these lies.
Still waters, bequeathing,
A sense of hope and longing.
These dire days, I pray,
May one day be forgiving.
And I have kept my heart locked,
Dark and protected.
Once so welcoming to the world
Lo! The pain to which it was subjected.
Now as I gaze back,
To the storms I have braved,
Demons tamed,
With dreams, my dearest, I had paid.
I look into your eyes,
There is warmth, beckoning.
I have come so far,
Wished on stars afar, for this tale that is unfolding.
I know not, what tomorrow holds,
Thorns, nay, wild flowers.
But I know now, for sure,
That even love can start fires.
©Meenu Syriac
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