Callington, Cornwall, England
Wild winds blew over the fields of my life,
Cold, lashing rain has soaked me,
Chilled me to the bone,
Froze my heart within me,
Left me loveless,
A tattered, torn sail,
Left flapping on lifes mast.
The winds eased slowly,
Warm breezes coming to replace them,
Wafting over me,
Melting the icy ball of my heart,
as you softly sewed the rips in my fabric.
One final squall comes,
Wrapping our coats around us,
Taking turns to shelter each other,
We laugh as the last cloud floats angrily overhead,
Knowing that soon,
we will bathe in golden sunshine.