You have took of my lustful past,
gave me enough strength to push past everything.
You are not profound to me,
you told me I can have wings only if I let go of so many
summers of my youth,
smears of a gust of a wind in all of the autumn breeze.
I read upon a book which houses a promise,
A potential purpose that has no bearing
Only that it points to:
It can be misled, misdirected and mal-informed.
This one though speaks of you,
a force of life,
a force of human devotion,
I know what’s your intention all along,
I will not say,
I will comprehend,
I will understand,
To know the unknown of one’s own.