The pain you followed through the tears,
That captured the world in parted fears,
Has died within your faithful heart,
Has died into a passion.

Letting joy that layed within,
A ceaseless, boundless, innocence,
Now blossom to a thing of love,
A growth that lets you live.

The pain that followed you through this world,
Has ended in a symphony
Of color, contrast, company.
And you go stepping into love:
Solidly, blindly, utterly
Into a better thing than life.

That captivates with perfect eyes,
And pulls you in its longing tow,
And now fulfilled, you walk along,
What once you stumbled in.

A blazing glow, a yellow smile,
A warming, softened, hazened you,
But still, a clear and blinking you,
In the presence of the sun (of love).