Lost, alone, with no one near.
To die alone, a gripping fear.
With no one close, and no one here,
All by myself, no escape was clear.
Yet there were some, 'shone through the fog,
but none of them to clear this smog,
and though some tricked my mind to play,
alas my heart did never sway.
For it looked' true meaning; substance; more.
There was far better to be looking for.
It sought a love, so great, so pure,
a love my heart was gasping for.
Then in a blur, a vision drove by,
a page, a picture; never a lie.
Words, a drawing; hours of joy,
sparks were flying, company to enjoy.
A flash of light upon the window,
an angel, as angels do glow,
An entrance, and greetings all to bestow,
upon this, the saviour into my home.
and in weeks to follow, the love, the kiss,
to hours together, to heartfelt bliss,
to sixth months now; forever we know,
that our love continues; continues to grow!
