Is it what i think it is?

I recognize the feeling
of thinking all day long
of listening to your music
and smiling to your song

I think i see the roses
behind the concrete wall
my senses have awakened
with the coming of the fall

Tis not the seasons changing,
nor the death of aging leaves
neither the blow of wizened winds
tempting my stormy seas

You are the crescent moon
to light my darkened night
the spark reborn within me
an illusion of passionate light

It seems that all the prayers
and the tears were not in vain
My wounded heart was blessed
with a pure love once again