Hour three- Light

The lights of passion
finding its way to me
an effect of my search
or a premise to me conscious.
How did you come trailing
looking for me?
when I have been
in search of you for years.
Where you not listening
to my silent prayers
wishes in dejection?
where every blood oozed out
in sweat and cry,
where you not mellowed
to lend me a solace.
When I needed you the most.
Now that you are here
I want to embrace you
cover you from the unseen
to protect and keep all that I can
not just as a handful treasure
but my lifelong earnings
a part of me.

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