Your presence

And then,

Landed the beauty of the heavens 

Opening the floodgates of a wounded heart 

Shredded in ruins 

A promise made within 

Not to fall in love so often soon 

What was it that made flowers bloom?

I call it grace fallen 

Because you are my love 

My monsoon showers 

A smile that has brought moments of ecstasy

To be soaked in the warmth of your heart.