Love is patient in it's ways,
Love see's no order,
And it only illuminates.
It's rays of light arrive from behind,
With no mind which can plan,
And no time to declare it's arrival.
But what it must be -
Is soft, kind and gentle.
There must be no startle-
Only a warm embrace,
Which blurs the line between sleep and awake.
Words by Sylva Rose ©
Nov 17, 2025
Nov 17, 2025 at 9:05 PM UTC
Love is patient in it's ways,
Love see's no order,
And it only illuminates.
It's rays of light arrive from behind,
With no mind which can plan,
And no time to declare it's arrival.
But what it must be -
Is soft, kind and gentle.
There must be no startle-
Only a warm embrace,
Which blurs the line between sleep and awake.
Words by Sylva Rose ©
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