Why shouldn't I possess a private eagerness,
an anticipation all of my own,
Such that it crams every corner of my soul.
And I had sworn I would never again open the door
Of my senses to any outward appeal.
But I have not kept that vow
and this dismays me.
Even though I, again, have tasted
The tangible loveliness of life,
Seen colours as pristine as the
beginning of life .... and love.
Passion or compassion? I can't tell.
My heart and soul rushed to take it in.
But you have given me a gift,
And in that giving you have honoured me.
I have found the grace, the sense of worth.
And these new things have wiped away the hurt.Thank You
