Thank You
Have I found you upon a mistake?
A misgiven--prison - yet a gift just the same
Scars mend; however, my eternal lacks 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 for mending. I look forward to getting drunk on rose water
Let me swirl in the emotions that preface yearning
Starvation led 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 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 all the yesteryears
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