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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 © | Year Posted 2015




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