Ziko

I see the sunset reflected in your eyes,

And drops of honey from a chestnut blossom.

My Ziko, my savior who banished my fears,

Your touch is a haven for my soul, scarred by years.

You"re from Georgia — a land where winds sing,

Where the sea kisses mountains, and new life they bring.

In your heart, is there peace, or do tempests arise,

Like waves of the Black Sea, both deep and alive?

You called me, embraced me, with care did you shield,

From sorrow and pain, you became my safe field.

Your kindness, like dawn in the mountains so high,

Melted my sorrow in your warm hazel eyes.

I pray for your country, for its every sunrise,

For its every star in the night’s endless skies.

You’re my sun that shines through the storms I endure,

My Ziko, my oasis, my hope ever sure.