The warmth of the welcome awakens a wayward traveller’s weary eyes.
Tears of joy rain down the cheeks like the summer rain falls from the skies.
Gushing sentiments of gratitude reconcile a broken soul.
To have these people as one of my fold the words are like a stole.
Garnishing the attire of my weary spirit.
Thanks’ and growing affection as the empiric.
Rising in fortitude and good health
The time to think of others rather than one self.
The serene wealth of kindness is like the dawn
Putting and end to the night that has seen my life scorn.
I feel so happy and warm, not just because of the climate
But because it seems kindness and love are the pilot.
That raises me in the wayward way of life and its misgivings.
Now I truly can say that I am happy with living.
And I have much to do to see it through
To release the right sentiment in return never to let a word go askew.
To let them all, know that I am good enough for you
My sweet so beautiful perfect and true.
The miracle that is this life to be
I will solemnly build the life I decree.
The light of my life it seems has lanterns at her side
With her Family I feel there is a great sense of a pure and good pride
They are as sweet as honey and smooth as milk.
They are tender and as gentle as silk.
I have much to see and much to do to see them proud of me though they are of you.
Those tears of joy I spoke of dampened the burns of the past.
At last I have found you again through the time and the pain.
And now I see they are the same, the same as you.
More than worthy of love and adoration.
I cannot describe the elation.
I cannot do justice to this work
So that the world would see that in this welcome
They have set my soul free.