In Darkness For Century

Having been in darkness a century,
Her darner heart illuminates my barn of armour.
And this, I desire not to fade.

To the insulator-claws expunging
My misty eyes when gloomy mood sets sail,
To the superb seamstress who sew
My lacerated heart with her chunky yarn
And also a stupendous needle:
I say a kudos!

Now that I am out of this hole,
I sing with gay your eulogies!
I yearn for efficacious gem,
I hug one towards the mine.