Always,
Inevitably,
One day,
People call time on me.
Teachers,
Therapists,
Even family,
These should be,
daggers,
lacerating my innards.
Yet,
bleed I don’t!
For, you, my love,
are my balm;
The persistent orchestra,
on my
pernicious voyage,
Soothing me,
While staring down
Iceberg-ian obstacles.
Why would I drown,
when I am blessed
with the sacred music,
of your love!
