Thank You

Have I found you upon a mistake? A misgiven-prison- yet a gift just the same Scars mend,however - my internal lack 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 of mending I look forward to getting drunk on the Rose Water- Let my swirl in the emotions, that preface yearning Starvation lead 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 that 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 yester-years.