Sweetest, softest cuddling, I lie at death's front door, Thoughts go back to yesterday, I pray for one day more. Legs once held me fast and firm, Now useless to the task, Just one more step is all I want, Is that too much to ask? Eyes once spoiled to the sight, Of a morning Sun reborn, Now blinded to all that is, It's the wasted time I mourn. Lying there within myself, A fire came alive, My story would not end this day, In fact it would now thrive. All that I had ever known, Changed one fateful day, An oath I swore to live again, And never give my time away. Through love and strength and fortitude, A new life there was to live, I could no longer hold the pain within, In fact, I would forgive. Now I run through weathered paths, And climb the hills I see, I love with the fiercest lion's will, A love that starts with me. Blessed I was with sight again, To look into her eyes, Blessed I was to stand again, Underneath our Summer skies. For in the end I was born to be, Tested, tried and true, To be the man I need to be, When I was led to you. A poet born to tell a tale, Of lovers walking in the Sun, A warrior reborn to her, To the heart that is the One.
