Thank you! Thank you
For rekindling the last spec of fire
Hanging on to the tip of this ossified frame.
It acted like a shot of Decadron
To a heart losing its canorous rhythmic beat
Before relapsing into silence.
I was smoldering for ages
Burning my spirit within me
Without a friendly aerial assistance.
I almost resigned myself to a dreary death---
Caught between the cogs of
Endless opposing earthly interests.
But your breath of fresh air
Made me find my bearings.
That spray of your looks
(God! What an inadequate expression it is!)
Is like a soothing breeze to a sun-tanned face.
Or, should I say,
Is a summer evening shower
After a daylong singeing.
But pray! Be my friend.
Continue these favors.
In your collaboration, I rejuvenate
And renovate long-abandoned
Half-done desires to their fruitful end.
Just promise that you shall be by me.
I presently beat my fears to pulp
And recompense your infusing enthusiasm
With successes galore
And dedicate them to you
Before I meet my D-day.