The Anchor of My Soul
The morning sun awakens in
your eyes,
And banishes the shadows of
the night,
The golden beams illuminate
the skies,
To fill my quiet world with
sudden light.
No treasure held within the
deepest sea,
Nor silver moon that sails the
midnight air,
Can match the peace your
heart brings to me,
Or compare to a grace so
pure and rare.
Through every shifting
season, cold or warm,
Your gentle hand remains my
steady guide,
A silent refuge from the
wildest storm,
When I am standing safely by
your side.
As long as stars shall walk the
endless sky,
My heart is yours, until the
oceans dry.
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