Pure Enchantment - A Poem

 

PURE ENCHANTMENT

I once was lost in fear

of losing what feeble life

I had, nibbling desperately

at the crumbs of being,

clinging to the cliff of

existence, no other options

involved. Then one priceless,

precious afternoon I found

the reason I was born, the meaning,

the feeling, the core of my

very soul. Now I stare

into the azure iris of pure

enchantment, of love honest

and deep and ever-invading.

No longer afraid to live,

to hurt, to laugh, to cry,

able to die in contentment,

for I have seen your eyes.