My love it rises with the sun
in bursts of brilliant color
it softly sings in breathless words
the praises of another.
My love is wild like the woods
and full of life and wonder
Through every day, through distance so dim
I know we are made stronger.
My love is never hurtful,
or only to myself
when a love so grand, so beautiful,
wasted with someone else.
My love it gives
until nothing remains
My love is a thunderstorm,
and darling, you are the rain.
Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 11:24 PM UTC
My love it rises with the sun
in bursts of brilliant color
it softly sings in breathless words
the praises of another.
My love is wild like the woods
and full of life and wonder
Through every day, through distance so dim
I know we are made stronger.
My love is never hurtful,
or only to myself
when a love so grand, so beautiful,
wasted with someone else.
My love it gives
until nothing remains
My love is a thunderstorm,
and darling, you are the rain.
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