He arrived during my storm
Lightning and crashes and bleeding thorns
I had not a sign to warn
And there was not an exit for him to turn
And though his silence did cause concern
For him, a bypasser watching me form
Inside the eye where I yearn
A witness to my fury and my charm
My winds so strong he flew from my arm
And I in regret for causing him harm
His patience for me wraps me and keeps me warm
Calming my tempers and lowering my horn
Gently kissing my existence where I was born
Settling my winds so I can learn
Repairing the parts in my heart which are torn
For every moment apart it’s him I do mourn
© Delia Ross. 2019
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Beautiful
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I appreciate that! Thank you.
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