Heaven drops,
Bit by bit slowly,
Reminders of God's mercy.
Happiness,
And quietude I found,
In an unthinkable place.
Her presence,
Rekindles something,
Something I had forgotten.
Or did I?
Why does she,
And her innocence,
Remind me so of Daphne?
Rain descends,
The way I wanted,
I hope love also blossoms.
We are hearts,
More than anything else,
May our beats acquire rhythm.
And like rain,
And all the fresnness,
May I and my love succeed.
O dear God,
You show paradise,
Please do let love live this time.
Who is this lovely she you speak of? A glimmer of a love that might have been? or just wishful thinking of a lonely man? either way, its a beautifully poignant heart wrenching poem. Nothing less would I expect of you your Eminence!
you enjoy it seems stealing the breath from your reader even as you kiss her cheek ever so gently. I like the very idea of this, a poet injured but still able to enchant. How lovely is that? Rest your cheek to my heart and I'll tell you! you know who ........ so why type it?