Having lived through ravaging storms
I found myself trapped in decay
An immense labyrinth of insecurity
Rooted in my spirit for decades
Kept me from realizing the man in me
As the orchard restored my wish to see
and learn how plants grow in the wild,
the lady I met on the seventh of February
healed the wound in my fragile heart
silenced the outcry in my aching soul
She has blessed me with a second chance
Finding refuge in her forgiveness
I was able to express how I felt
Without a second thought
I made a choice to remain silent
So that my words would remain pure
and not be poisoned by mischief
In her presence, my sorrow fades
Her voice is music to my ears
Her rage is a lesson to be learned
Now that I have declared my love
I should say, all that I have lived
and been through so far
is still worth it in the end
If it were the price to see her
I would revisit each moment
of sorrow through the years
just to find her and declare
my love all over again
The seventh day of February,
no matter how cold and gray,
is the day of my rebirth.
If bridges leading to her fail
to take me to the ground
she walks on, finally,
may God Almighty
reward me with her love
in the world hereafter.
theVastness 2017