You made it a routine every day,
To visit my cabin where I sat,
Or with a smiling face you passed by,
Sometimes stepping inside to gently sit.
Those days, I was like barren land,
All flowers and fragrance of
Creative thought had withered,
Living with a heart half-full.
My habits were like those of other creatures
Around me, leading a dull life,
But the light in your eyes
Revived my heart and filled my thoughts.
My soul saw me once again,
From the depths of my inner core,
I began to grow and bloom fully,
Emotions pouring from my core.
They took the shape of poems,
Through your benediction,
You made me a poet, fulfilling my dreams,
Now many read my creations.