Hans-Jörg Bohm · my star
you are my star I look up to thee
my guiding light for what will be
my anchor in the storm of life
the harbor of my heart
without your warmth I sure would die
of bitterness and freezing cold
you made me stop to live a lie
let me with you grow old
call it fate or destiny
or just pure luck that I found thee
I know you are the part of me
I lost so long ago
Poetry Shelter (C) Hans-Joerg Bohm 2017