Tribune

I find in you the comfort I seek

In times of gay and in times of grief.

You ask me no favour

I am happy you don't speak

You feel my thoughts

When silence is at its peak.

Solitude offers solace

And smiles gift caress

Hands come forward

Still I tread backward.

Because I find the world in you

You let me know what I need to do.

Swords of war and creeks of time

Are no match for the prowess in you

I am glad I met YOU and

Fell madly in love with you!

-Dedicated to the world of "WORDS"