Your love pulls me
Your love pulls me like the tide
That draws a drifting leaf to shore —
Not with force, but with a whispering hand of water,
Soft as memory, deep as longing’s core.
Your love pulls me like dawn’s first light
Over shadowed hills of doubt and fear,
Gentle rays spill — gold threads stitching day to night,
Turning cold grey skies to something dear.
Your love pulls me like a vine to sunlight,
Seeking warmth beyond the cracks in stone,
Roots reaching in silence — tender, urgent, unafraid —
Pulling fragile green through dust and bone.
Your love pulls me like a lantern in the dark,
Casting warmth upon the trembling walls of my heart,
Each flicker a promise, each glow a guide —
A soft beacon leading me out of night to start.
And I follow — drifting, climbing, glowing —
Because your love pulls me home,
Home to hope, home to warmth, home to quiet strength
Where my wandering soul finds gentle rest in your own.
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