For you to make my rescue by silver sharp interruption
Of bland childhood in hues of lovingly brave exaltation
By an insurrection of the heart without incrimination
And my soul dreamed of only your beauty and my duty
To an elegant hero rescuing me from prosaic childhood
For the good of imagination being perfectly understood
With me resting in your strong arms safe from all harm
noblethemes 
Such beautiful and deep poetic words of truth in them, Jonathan and loved the picture too good.
Thank you, Kamal. This poem really reflects back upon my childhood and deep longings I felt, as well as my boyish imagination … yet there was also always something deeply spiritual about it all, too.
Great to hear that Jonathan and your poem said it all in your feelings. Welcome.
Nice!
Thank you!