I, Who Thought To Sink, Was Caught

Eyes Of Gentianellas Azure, Staring, Winking At The Skies.

His Ears Were Often The First Thing To Catch My Tears.

Who So Loves Believes The Impossible.

I Tell You, Hopeless Grief Is Passionless.

And I Smiled To Think God's Greatness Flowed Around Our Incompleteness; Round Our Restlessness, His Rest.