Past winter

Seeing past through every curtain Your eyes feast upon my soul’s sentiment.

As though touching upon that vein,

Leading to heart such warmth hast thou sent.

Ever craving burning within,

what passion’s cast through firmament?

A kiss to cease pain,

Such was his treatment.

And I breathe again

Passed lament

Never spirits to restrict and refrain.

Fresh breeze lifting garment,

Gently ease strain.

Nothing here is permanent,

My brain to torments train.