Arms of Love
Two arms
Just arms, yet magic!
They surround me,
And I am at peace.
Every struggle, every pain, every worry
Is reduced to manageable.
Those arms are my every cliché:
My solace
My anchor
My haven
As I recedes in the face of We.
Those arms wrap around me,
And once again, I am rooted;
Intertwined so deeply in love,
My soul can fly without bonds.
The arms of my love set me free.
Copyright © Jaycee Cervenka | Year Posted 2015
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