For You

You are my love, my Garden of Eden, my safe harbour in life’s hostile tempest. The place I fold into when all things else have left me raging and almost beaten. When desolate clouds have choked all reason and dark grim despair beguiled comforts rest, where even natures hand remains unblessed, there you abide through every season an anomalous beam in sightless mist. Though ripeness has stolen youth’s bright lustre you smell as sweet as those first teenage days. Summer meadows still lie within your kiss and bound within the curve of you, laughter still exists amidst dreams and loves warm gaze.