Take me into your arms, you did
When the darkness was closing around me
A shoulder to cry upon, you did provide
As the world ignored my futile murmurs desperately seeking help
From atop your golden mountain you reached down
Held my hand, and gave me hope
A whisper from you and the clouds cleared
Letting the warmth of the sun wash away the consummate numbness consuming me
In your infinite wisdom, you taught me
that to live was not to wait for death, but to touch one and all around us
And pray for a better tomorrow, holding on to hope
You sought to understand the lusterless life that was mine,
but will be no more, you have touched me.
To the lowly dregs of His world does the Lord send Angels,
to heal the pain, to protect against harm, and to change for the better
You were mine.
It would be a meager gesture to say that i am eternally grateful to you
For words are frivolous nothings to express what i feel
And as i hear your laughter echoing in my ears, i can think of but one thing
Something that causes regret and reassures at the same time
Why cant you be mine.........
I had some difficulty writing this one, i dont think it's upto the mark, but i beg of you to be kind and give me your honest comments. What i need to fix and what not
This poem dedicated to Petunia