A poem I wrote:
In the dead of winter freezing,
Joy does not exist to me
Dismal cold has long been seizing
All the beauty that I see.
Just when I can bear no more this
Somber music of my world,
Then I hear lovely chord that’s
Whispering of spring unfurled.
You’ve lit up my world like fire
Spreading light into the dark
Giving me what I desire -
Warmth and that essential spark.
In your presence, leaves unravel
Sprouts shoot up and flowers bloom
Like an artist you must dabble
Spinning beauty on your loom.
You have saved me, nothing less, from
Darkness, cold, and misery
Yet I know you only guess at
Why you mean so much to me.
You are spring, my spring alone
Through the darkness you have shone
Guiding me towards my dream, to
Happiness at last my own.
In the dead of winter freezing,
Joy does not exist to me
Dismal cold has long been seizing
All the beauty that I see.
Just when I can bear no more this
Somber music of my world,
Then I hear lovely chord that’s
Whispering of spring unfurled.
You’ve lit up my world like fire
Spreading light into the dark
Giving me what I desire -
Warmth and that essential spark.
In your presence, leaves unravel
Sprouts shoot up and flowers bloom
Like an artist you must dabble
Spinning beauty on your loom.
You have saved me, nothing less, from
Darkness, cold, and misery
Yet I know you only guess at
Why you mean so much to me.
You are spring, my spring alone
Through the darkness you have shone
Guiding me towards my dream, to
Happiness at last my own.
