New love blossoms, soft and bright,
A whispered hope in morning light.
You’ve waited long, through storm and shade.
And now it stands- no more delayed.
The past once clung, a heavy chain,
A shadowed ghost of loss and pain.
But love has come, so pure, so true,
To mend the wounds life left in you.
No longer drained, no longer weak,
In love’s warm touch, you dare to speak.
The past may lin...
