Poetry

my love

 

my love is like a candle in the darkest room

sitting on a window sill, on a storm driven night

as waters beyond the windowpane ebbs and flows

the wind of the sea rushes in, giving rise, in and up

my love, no fear

as storm clouds cover  the moonlight my light shines

my love will stick to you and will never leave your eyes

I will remain as long as you are awake...sleep now my love