Written by: Patrick Cornwall

It's strange learning lessons too late

But pain lingers into the night

It stays as a comfort to the alone

I wait and don't fight it

Gather it to me as the dandelion

Like a child I blow and send each sorrow

The wind surrounds each thought and carries

And if they are watered and fertilized

They will form my future and the Sun

The blessed Sun will warm my broken heart

The mending and stitching of my better half

My better half who knows all of me

I love you