I was privileged every
day to hold your heart in my hands.
As I peer inside to the
rhyme or reason for your seasons.
Sometime it mirrors my
own thoughts.
As if together we were
walking side by side.
If the sunlight in
words express our nights.
A new day would let
others read our writes.
A perennial love was
issued to all poets over eighteen years.
And I have been redeem
many times here with happy tears.