There was a glowing, a burning
Coming from your chest.
At first I worried you were dying
But then I realized at last
That you were coming to life,
Your cavity filling with love.
The burn was passion
Growing large
It encased your soul and being.
Your eyes had gone from empty
To brimming with a new understanding.
You could see the world
And what it could give
If you opened your arms wide enough.
Even in your smile
Was a new warmth emanating your calling
To give love
And feel the reverberations of life
That pulsed in your veins
And beat against my skin as you held me close.
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 2:57 PM UTC
There was a glowing, a burning
Coming from your chest.
At first I worried you were dying
But then I realized at last
That you were coming to life,
Your cavity filling with love.
The burn was passion
Growing large
It encased your soul and being.
Your eyes had gone from empty
To brimming with a new understanding.
You could see the world
And what it could give
If you opened your arms wide enough.
Even in your smile
Was a new warmth emanating your calling
To give love
And feel the reverberations of life
That pulsed in your veins
And beat against my skin as you held me close.
I'm not sure what inspired this poem, but I guess it sort of has to do with gaining a new understanding or purpose for life. That love can change someone.