My sorrow, my despair is my fortune
A joy, a hope in return
A friendship of love and understanding
Days of anguish and longing
For a thought, a word, a sigh
That fill my heart, my spirit so high
Come union with my thought a word
The imagery – love – in flight a bird
Love will take on wings of hope
Spirit the union there’s so much scope
While love it has diverse forms
Its shape too has irregular norms
In you my joy, my hope, my bliss
This page your brow my words to plant a kiss.