There is this beautiful boat called as life,
While the sojourn is extremely little,
For me to have enough time with all those I love,
I would anyday choose to be handover,
The rudder of my life, to the sails of your breath,
Because I am everything what I am today,
Because you lit the lamp to my journey,
Like the full moon in the skies,
When you could have choosen a million more ships,
You choose to smile upon my tiny boat,
From behind that dark clouds,
That threatened storms and my existence.
© Skywalker