All the little instinctive feelings, these little actual realizations, are too coincidental to be directly instinctive, they must be of a soul meeting his or her other, they must have gone through too much in time, in space, in the floaty notions of Fate, in all things miraculous, to be finally together.
I can feel my creativity flowing through, slowly, bit by bit, thanks to you.
I miss writing poetry previously, but I can write it freely now.
I could write a poem within minutes, of which in previous times, I couldn’t.
The important thing is that I can, now.
© You, Saviour
a new morning
a new breath of light
as sudden as the midday wind
'i like you'
becomes a truth to seek
your truest sincerity
the kindest rarity
a new soul rekindles in me
the old faith of a forgotten heart and past
comes out burning confidently, at last
you are my Saviour,
who taught me how to live,
how to bring out the best in me,
with ever-thriving love so to speak,
which thrives even if all things turn to dust.