With pages raw and plain, as yet unscribed,
I wrote my life again in book anew.
Once far away from me, true love arrived;
For swift he came, a bolt from darkest blue.
He led me to his soul with eyes so deep;
His lips became a wish upon my own
Too hard to think, impossible to sleep
An instant love I thought I’d never know.
Beyond perfection, sweet reality
His voice and heart and mind so filled with fire
In dreams I thought him up, yet now he’s here;
Surpassing every need and each desire.
I’d written myself sad, no love to be;
Then swift he came, right from the blue: to me.