la rencontre

Beneath the sky of February,
a cold rain falls, slow and weary.
My soul is lost and drifting on,
through days of grey that linger long.

Through streets of tangled stone and drain,
bare trees repeat a muted pain.
My body feels the hollow air
of empty smiles and strangers’ stare.

But then your warmth, so known, so near,
a burning light that calms my fear.
Even now, through passing years,
your touch dissolves my silent tears.

Your gestures, soft, your beating heart,
I fell in love right from the start.
Your soul laid bare, no veil, no lie—
oh, what a joy to step inside.