Love's Storm
When love came rushing toward me,
I trembled in its storm.
To find I was welcomed,
I bent to its comforting arms.
I sought no reason or understanding,
that love found me worthy at all.
I ran to its sweetest essence,
and found a welcoming calm.
7/25/
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2015
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