What Is This Feeling? Poem by Michael Stevens

What is this?
This feeling, this, this emotion emanating from my chest,
this unexplained warmth coming from my hearts depth.
Something I haven’t felt in many moonless nights,
something of a light I thought long extinguished,
this feeling, something thought long extinct, yet here it is.
twisting a flicker of a smile on a leathered face
whose lips are wrought of iron.
And reigniting the sparkle in the eyes of a tortured soul
who saw previously through smothered coals.
What is this feeling?
Some call it love, others infantile infatuation, but me, I don’t care.
After so long of longing for a tender heart and the antidote to my despair,
the clouds above have opened up and the winds have died
and the waves beneath have calmed to a lapping on my ships hull.
My dark storm in my minds eyes
But now all that is done and I can finally be at peace,
ive found her, my saving grace,
and all I have to do to be happy,
is only think of her soft touch and lovely face.