Can I tell you you are beautiful?
If beauty belonged to a soul?
and spiritual longings,
transcendental and ethereal?
I was never born with wings,they were clipped and stolen,
Until you gave them back.
So many fragments of loneliness,
found its way to my heart,
I am no longer whole, but half.
Alive and yet dead,
breathing but each time my eyes closed,
I can hear a thousand rhythms,
of songs that I never heard,
until I was awakened.
(by you)