To You, With Love Poem by Abhilaasha Singh

The night is cold and dark outside,
The winds howl outside my window.
The rain pours down my window sil,
Of their tears the skies have finally let go.

It is said that the heavens feel pain,
When the child it loves is in agony.
Its probably why tonight I don't cry alone,
Even though a mass of solitude weighs down upon me.

I toss and turn in my sleep,
a dream wakes me up yet again.
The day I first met you I didn't know,
that restlessness was a part of the bargain.

You hurt me with your words,
and push me away, torture me with your indifference.
But even if I could, I wouldn't let go,
you're a part of my being and now essence.

I live on signs that you probably still care,
a tender glance or the warmth in your smile.
Its the only reason I would walk to you, barefoot,
On a cold stormy night, ten thousand miles.

Every ship has its harbour,
and every bird its nest.
Its probably why I'll always find my way to you,
through this world and the next.