For years, my heart could find no peace. You shared your venom and fled the scene. All songs lost their charming tones. When you stole my heart, a thief had won.

A sparkling smile, a dazzling presence crossed my lonely path one Spring. She was life, while you were desert. And that is how the Winter ended. Only she knew the recipe to mend hearts—tender kisses. Once healed, there was no debt. She asked for nothing in return. She loved me slow and set me free, with gentle dews of Spring. I do not know where her green pastures lead; and, even though I am lost, at least it is in heaven.