The room of the soul with your view: A poem 

You are a warming lamp, so, I never go damp 

You are the paths of the walk on a ramp 

Your whispers are the decibels that I amp 

You bring sustenance to my camp 

My tastebuds are sated with honey and cream 

I have waited like in an everlasting dream 

A storm or two, doesn’t dispel tranquility 

Onward’s horizon is lined with cause, purpose and duty 

I know you heartily want my wishes all for me 

Both your randoms and certains match up to destiny 

The weather, for me, can never be wintry 

I have little, but a room with a view can never be empty 

Baby girl, when you cause frustration in my mind’s cubicle 

And you turn off my fluids down to a trickle 

All I can tell you is even though you are not in view, 

my heart’s door is always open for you!