For all the years – the losses and gains
the hurts, tears, sadness and inflicted pains.
Let it be , though in flesh you release your fire,
that in my madness you find your desire.
For all the joys, pleasures and satisfied sensuality.
For struggles won with lessons in futility
– Let it be that though you would wish to be free,
you would return , now and again – to my bosom and tranquillity