The Elixir

Your love is the elixir,  

The ultimate potion I look for

To heal my wounded body and soul.

In the world full of pain and sorrows,  

Suffering is inevitable. 

When time is the raging monk, 

Misfortune often hits and runs off, 

When my hands are cuffed

Behind my back, 

My wings are clipped on, 

Hopes and desires are left behind

Like fractured bones,

I am more than being wounded, 

Bruised, scarred, and impaired.

Nothing is left to be claimed as mine,

No star is left in my sky to

Glitter and shine,

Neither tears are left to be rolled, 

Nor dreams are left to be unfurled.

To seize my pain and tears,  

I wish to be curled in your arms.

Your touch is the magical balm, 

Your love is the elixir

I need to heal my 

Wounded body and soul.