You don’t know it yet, love, in a snow storm of despair
You don’t feel it yet, peace, as sensation of care
is cutting too deep for this one to bare.
You don’t realize it yet, universe so needing,
how passion is burning from your own sun,
burning through chaos out of nowhere,
burning for you.
Some say run, but in running you will stay,
some say hide, but in hiding you’re revealed,
some say seek where you cannot feel this way –
but here, on that chilling cliff,
the “other” is found,
and you’re melting into love’s sweet ocean of it all.
So suffer, my lovely, when suffering storms.
Welcome her to infinity with healing arms.
Now, you are holding her,
and leading her into the warm glow
of the home you never left,
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