Kisses. (for chidimma)

Flowery Princess,
Pure and soft
as Virgin dew.
You set my sail flying
from the storm
To the royal Bay
of the priest of the stars.

There,
I'm made to dance with
white baby squirrels
A dance of glory.
There, where
gold warriors are forged,
I feel the sweetness of smile

Years of strife has got me frozen.
Years of cutting and chopping..

But, now, you come in full bloom,
Taking  off my black facade.

In your eyes,
I see the end of the mirage.
I see the beginning
of a warm winter.

The sun rises in your eyes
I am filled with light.

This is love.
Kisses.