A barren land once my heart was,
Till she poured like a shower.
The cracks she healed with her gentle touch,
My heart began to flutter.

The light in her eyes cured my darkness,
Her thoughts struck me like thunder,
Her smile — lightning in a stormy sky.

Oh beloved!
I thought I had known love before —
But I was wrong.
Only now do I know real love.

You are the cynosure of my eyes,
Music to my ears,
Petrichor to my senses —
A scent of hope
That quenches all my heart’s past fears.