A Miracle

At daylight, I dream of your enchanted smile,
Our unstarted adventures fade into a blur,
Thinking of my poems that you lost in the pile,
Can't be love, only a blank page about her.

At twilight, I recall your altruistic kindness,
A star, guiding a blind through endless sands,
In abyss of pain, your light lifted the darkness,
No, not love, she's but a stranger in my land.

At midnight, I follow the path to your eyes,
Meeting a kindred spirit that is so intense,
A whisper of my soul, a song I memorized,
Still not love, my feelings defy any sense.

No name can contain this truth empirical,
Surely not love, beyond and more, a miracle.