ALSphere Foundation
I didn’t know what an aureole looked
Before we met; you were a puff of fresh air
Enveloping me in your halo with indulgent flair;
I was raw and rough, with a mind half-baked.
With your coming, the seasons changed,
The ice melt, the river flowed with fresh water,
And it was fun and festive altogether ;
I became a man, a gentleman glorified.
But the beginning was a rollercoaster ride,
Stiffened, sliced and sledged, an ice cart,
Which melted, slowly, with the warmth you brought,
An unread book became a subject of pride.
You became my centre, the aureole I dreamt ,
The tether that domesticated the wild animal,
Taught me to enjoy life as an intense carnival ,
Of friendship, give and take, without regret.
