Confession brought on those grey clouds
     It brought on those frozen winds
     Millions of icy flakes with the fury of the Weatherman
     Trying to wedge me apart from you to no avail

Our conviction is fueled by our affliction
     But this is not how we think

What matter how those flakes assault
What matter if the breeze be harsh
     And whipping on our faces
     Our jackets zipped
     Our hats pulled snug
     Our boots securely laced
Not all this Storm would quench the fire
     Burning all the night

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*Oh the bliss of heaven’s reaching,
formed upon this fertile ground
Lingering desires touch us,
felt of love we now have found

Morning Glories, gentle weaving
velvet blooms in midday blue
Climbing higher, painted visions,
beauty as I find in you

‘fore the sunrise, silent breathing,
passion dawns within your smile
Strolling ’tween the dew drop wishes
here with you a little while

Morning shines her new beginning,
sweetly we embrace the day
Lost in love and nature’s wisdom,
witnessing her grand display