Almost a year later I begin to write again.
Today my pen beckons me like never before.
The ink flows, through my heart through many a vein
onto the blank piece of paper waiting to be soiled.
Write I will, but not about bleeding hearts
Or of sorrow, pain, suffering and rejection
These are the happy, smiling joyous parts
The reds, the pinks and the sunny yellows.
Is it the comfort of knowing that you are being loved
A hundrend more times than you can ever love back
Or is it the vivid image of the two faces that glowed
As they walked holding hands along the moonlit path.
Is it the passion of the first kiss and many more to come
Or the softness of pure and exquisite love that fills us
All the needless, wantless selfless emotion that makes me numb
And engulfs me like an ocean of sweat and pleasure
Today, I smile when I look at this tiny small cactus budding
Even the ugly thorns fit into the lovely warm creation of God.
I bend down and look at my hands and the priceless ring
Of love, of commitment and promise for a lifelong togetherness.
In simpler words,
I am engaged! Woo hoo!
