There was never a night
That felt right
Without your affection.
I dared not to dream
As I feared being hurt,
But, "hope is only a bee
That makes honey
Without flowers.
Why not try it?"
I told myself.

When the skies cast stares
Of uncertainty,
The sea came closer and
My heart grew
Unlimited flowers
Of hope.
I lit up the candle, excited to see
Where the sky touches the sea.

I was...