A stubborn sentiment did hover earlier,
It does descend now.
Lost in the waters of want;
I see, in the corner, limitless power;
Across the room, limitless love
Hands spread wide across,
Clasps like claps of a raging thunder.
No shadow is borne to the love made in dark,
Yet after, it's silhouette bears a spark.
While the rains gush with sorrow, I wonder,
How much can one love and ponder!
Barter a wink, chortle an answer:
'As many ways I can fold a paper.'