When life felt like the open seas,
Thrashed and drenched with nowhere to flee.
When there was nothing left but gloom,
Reflecting off a rippling loom.
You pulsated light, now ever bright.
A beacon from a distance,
a lighthouse for persistence.
A world once dreary, clung so dearly.
Torn away by your presence,
your insightful eminence.
With your laughter, came glee.
As you beamed, I felt free.
Free from a life of abysmal sadness.
Unbound from that perpetual madness.
With light and freedom, I broke into a skip and sprint.
"Pray, 'Overture.", you cried. "Slow down". "This is it, pancit."