Balmy February

Balmy February

I had
To grasp you suddenly
And make the gentle garden within
Bud from my vitality

Wasn’t this our precious moment?

Perhaps not,
Because I loved you the way
Love must be
And not the way
You must be loved

my illusion lead to
your stagnant golden nights
disillusioning the fierce paradise
I had constructed

I once was a blissful man
you coaxed me through the tight

We ascended