Wandering on a road unpaved.
Alone and broken, against the wind I braved.
Lost was my passion for the journey ahead.
I was getting sucked into the land of the dead.
Blind I was to color, as I was to love.
I prayed for someone to be sent from above.
‘twas then, with the east wind came Eos.
Looking at her I went in a state of chaos.
For she was a rose dearest to god.
At her gracefulness, the swans felt awed.
I looked at the land, barren and infertile,
There now blossomed an iris, unspoiled and sterile.
Together, I knew, we would make a whole.
For in her I saw, a reflection of my soul.
And so, I proposed her to be my half.
For the journey that lies ahead.
From there on - our paths were one.
As we wandered towards the rising sun.