Colors, lights and flashes,
All popped up at me once.
When I opened that Wonder’s box
Gifted to me during a December.
The box was so different, vibrant;
Nothing could still it’s strident.
Every now and then it refused to close,
Watching it, I happily left my remorse.
It made me feel what I never could
And gave me what I never had.
Well, who can but not be a poet,
When such gaiety is at hand?
The box was all I’d ever wanted
Making me forget all that I’d encountered.
The box was a bubbling jar of a beautiful aura
And part I could with it, no longer.
But once I pried further into its depths,
Knowing I would ultimately discover what lay beneath.
I was engulfed in an embrace- overwhelmingly beautiful
And when I looked up from the affectionate warmth,
I saw the face that belonged to you!
And I knew I’d finally found the answer.