You were promise, you wereΒ prophecy
oh eyes so just they pierced my winter.
You led your way into my aching heart
oh words, as warm as endless summer.Β 

Through days of sorrow, days of mirth
You were sun and storm curved in one.

 

Photo credits: Jolygram

Posted for ‘Quadrille 34’ @ dVerse Pub

and on Tuesday Platform @ Real Toads