Poco A Poco

Poco a Poco, I painlessly shed the skin of my grief and anguish.
Moisturised daily by desolation and melancholia.

Poco a Poco, I escape from the prison of dolour,
A dark room with no flavour nor colour.

You,
The missing ingredient in other elixirs I drank,
Take my pain away, resurrecting the desires I
Concealed in the remote part of my heart.

Poco a Poco, You lead me on this journey and my heart
Irrationally but instinctively threads this path again.
Poco a Poco, until its frictionless like
A well oiled machine.