A flame has been kindled
Again in my heart
That had ceased to believe
That lovers don’t part.
The fuels for the fire
Aglow on my face
Are visions of you
Across time and space.
The clouds overhead
Bear witness of this
Then fly with the winds
Your face to caress.
As winter walks through its
Short days and long nights,
The warmth of your T-shirt
Is my hug good and tight.
Your gaze out a window
By day or by night
To clouds high above you
Sends me warmth and great light.
The winds and the clouds
Conspired from the start
To bear witness to love
So lovers don’t part.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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