Arms of Love
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:
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