In my dark, dark world she's the Sun. The only source of light and warmth.
Without her grace being shone upon me, I'd be lost in the dark, left to wonder aimlessly till the end of my world.
Without her warmth my world is just an ice covered, light less wilderness.
Filled with the demons of time and human imperfection.
But she is not mine to own.
She deserves the best and I, full of sin and inhuman thoughts, am very far from that of what she deserves.
I often find myself wandering how it is that I, being as far from God as I am, had my prayers answered in such a heavenly way.
Instead of complaining about it, I embrace the presence of this angel sent to me from above
I have many things that I have not said to this otherworldly being and I fear of what the repercussions may be if I was to do so.
I want to tell this women that....she is the only one I see, the only one I want to be with, the one whose hand I want.
But I know what the answer to such a question would be.
Although, it saddens me so, I also know that I have what I do not deserve. Love.
Such a feeling as new as this, is a tad bit frightening.
I have to learn to embrace the things that go on inside.
If only to learn how to control these mutations of my thoughts.
She brings forth hope that the world is not rotten to its core and about to implode.
And to show her how much she means to me, I put it here, for the world to see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.