'Internal Whispers'

How like the sun
It's intentful wish
to warm...

and as the mountains
that reach up high,
standing strong
'gainst the storm...

yet, just like a wind
gusts just begun
that blows air-fresh
a longing to be
your only  one...

So like the river,
swept up in
a currents' rush
and to feel
the green of grass
so plush...

here's a hope, a wish
delivered
you'd accept  the heart
of thee, a giver...

Though it appears
you're naught to sigh

whether thine soul
were purged of pain,
still,  gifted a love
that set you free to fly...