Monday, October 3, 2011

Love poems


I know that I could find hope
in your hand
Locked with mine.
If ever I should know turmoil
I may also know you to be there,
as my Steadfast Guard.
And as ever I have known Love,
I have but to peer into your solid depths
to find it swaddled there.
Tempest bears no ill will for us
And life holds naught but hope

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