Renaissance

The warmth in me

Had wintered

Like the face of earth

During January-
Barren and lifeless

Because of the sunless sky

And the dry,

Callous gusty winds.

But you, my early March,

Have sunshine radiating

From every crevice of your body;

Your deep seated warm eyes

Ignite a spark inside of me

That had long been extinguished

By cold, loveless hands;

And every time your arms

Wrap around me securely

And your lips take mine,

A spring breaks within me

With colours

Learning to flutter again,

Bringing back to life

All that was

Once dead and gone