Some things in life are hard to chart
As much as economics would like to disagree
My head was pierced by a dart
Filling it with anxiety
This went on and on until I was wholly lost
In constant distress and pain
My life was shell-shocked, all was paused
Would it ever be the same?
Now, years on
My heart is healing
My head was wrong:
It was scared of feeling.
Let winter be one of joy
And the rain bring you a smile
Fear not being coy
You have walked many a mile.
Eyes aglow like fire-bathed moonlight
Face shining as if dawn was near my beloved’s soul broad as the whole Earth
Such resplendence beholds my dear.
Her ruddy cheeks are children of love and her nose sits calmly square
Her smile, most of all, warms cold everywhere.
I am beyond grateful, beyond the realm of luck;
To have her so near and to know love knows no fear
Finally to know, to feel, to hear, to understand love.
Even on late evening mornings like this
I recall how truly fortunate I am
to be surrounded by such wonderful people.
Often, I am reluctant to go, to meet, to get out—
but why?
When I know I will be in excellent company
with my friends as dear as family:
what more is there to say?
Apart for thankfulness, gratefulness and more
I love my life—keep it coming!