Midnight Thoughts | Poetry

A sweet disease

In a world where pain was praised as gold,
I found no solace in its hold.
Until you came, my love, my light,
Turning darkness into day so bright.

At first, I thought it would be brief,
Love's flame destined to become a brief motif.
Yet, you brought a storm, a sweet disease,
Filling my heart with joy and unease.

Now the pain, once feared and shunned,
Becomes my anthem, my sweetest song sung.
For it's the pain of birthing life anew,
A child with eyes, my dear, just like you.

She's the dream I hold so dear,
The one who brings both joy and tear.
As I wake, longing for her embrace,
In the realm of dreams, her form I chase.

I pray for the day we'll hold her tight,
Together, you and I, in love's pure light.
Though pain may come, and tears may flow,
For her, my love, I'll gladly undergo.

A thousand pains, a thousand times,
For our daughter's laughter, our hearts' chimes.