Thank You
Have I found you upon a mistake?
A misgiven-prison- yet a gift just the same
Scars mend,however - my internal lack such privilege
My place will always be place, a moment's glance
I thought I'd lost that sweet smell, that Honeysuckle aroma-
of wanting
For I was revisited time and time again,
with the inhalation of burning leaves
Now is the time of mending
I look forward to getting drunk on the Rose Water-
Let my swirl in the emotions, that preface yearning
Starvation lead to my cirrhosis, my anorexic heart
which long awaited the nutrition that could only come from you
As you have breathed that sacred breath of life back into me,
one that I thought only a Cherub could behold
Did you hear the music? That symphony I wrote so long ago
it lured you to me
Brought you home, gave me place
expired no more
for now I live; letting go of yester-years.
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