The light of the world brightens when you smile
The voicer bellows greatly like sweet-vanilla candles on a New Year’s Day
The Swift beat of your heart makes me squirm
Except when you grant me the need to voice my own doubts and thoughts
I never have had a chance to love anybody in my entire life
Except when the heart allows entrance into the soul
My voice was silenced by denial and grief of people who have crushed me
But I never had a person to call my own until now
Lilies and tulips bloom forth to produce such elegant bounds of loneliness
But I never doubt those sounds had a melancholy tone to it
I thank thee for giving me the chance to speak up
The chains of mental enslavement have been shattered through reconnection and joy