The wings of love embraced my feet,
Lifted me above four times high,
Fear echoed my lonely heartbeat,
Comfort crept to tell you were nigh,
A raging sea that now has lost,
Passion mirrors a fiery sky,
Burdened I live to count the cost,
Of fighting time I’m left to cry
Carry me forth and let me fly,
My Rose is now in full blossom,
No longer will I question why?
But hold you close to my bosom
Prithee almighty end my pain!
May wings of love flutter again!
Julian Tan
Filed under: Poetry
