Another Day

When those star-lit orbs grace the air
Like shooting stars upon the blackened sky,
And summon my eyes, my dreary eyes,
To connect in briefest site.
Tis not beauty that I see,
But warmth, warmth of the deepest.
All the hurts, the pains, the anxieties,
The things that chill the soul,
That freeze the mind of hope,
Doth not melt, but vanish.
Then that blessed spring of life
Joy and love it showers my entire being,
Open to see those star-lit orbs,
I smile to myself, I sing to myself!...
...I get to hold thee...
To cherish thee,
To...love thee,
Another day.