Pleasant Migration

Pain releases like shine from the sun, with a moon so pleased and willing to come;

A gathering of this happiness so found, with a love in the soul so pleasingly proud.

I'm going to grow beyond my words, beyond this heart that so adores, to find a love that can quench my beats, quench our eyes, as they meet.

For I will be honest in my heart and give you my effort, like how your heart felt, when you opened this poem and read it.

Yet, all I expect, is your hand to hold, your soul so bold, to release this pain and never grow old.