Thanking You

Sometimes I think that if I would have never met you.

I wouldn't have believed in love. 

I know my soul was withered when I met you.

You were so comfortable in my dying spirit, 

The emptiness and the denial.

My heart refused your presence and smell.

But you spread like a fire and I was born out of the dry bones.

The parched skin that glowed with your touch.

Ever since you left, I may not be happy But very thankful.

Writing poetries of love and life.