The Gift of Her Love

I believe I am not unique in my crucifixion,
There are many lives besieged by more fatal spears,
Many hearts bearing more gigantic thorns,
Many existences in deeper abysses and blacker midnights,
And plagued by Gethsemanes more poisonous aspics.

Yet she came into my life like the Dawning sun,
After the worst reign of pestilent midnight,
And her beauty kindles my heart with the lasting flame of happiness,
If life is both bitter and sweet like the alternating taste of sugar and salt.
Her love raises me to the skies of happiness,
She is the lasting medicine for my pain.