Out on the road
I’m driving home
It’s almost ten
No stars in sight
A moonless night
As clouds roll in
See lightening strike
Light up the sky
The storms begins
As I step in the door
I hear the rain begin to pour
Down on the street
As you lay there fast asleep
I go to your room
Whisper “Darling I love you”
Quickly undress
To place my ear against your chest
Hear your heart pound
From a precious instrument, such a lovely sound
As we lay in bed
You hold me close
I kiss your head
Then I give you space
And with every flash of light
I see your face
In the moment’s glow
Think to myself
You’re so beautiful
I’ve always loved the rain
The way the drops run down the window pane
Now as I watch them fall
I’m feeling thankful most of all
For though I love the storms
With you here I love them even more
It is such a gift
To have someone to share this with
So let’s just lay and rest
For in this moment, we are blessed
So beautiful
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Thank you! 🙂
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Such beautiful expression of cherished love
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Thank you, Megha!
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That feeling of content …. beautiful 😊
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It truly is a beautiful feeling, one that I cherish and am eternally grateful to experience.
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😊
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oh that’s so beautiful. I loved it. xo
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Thank you! 🙂 I am so glad that you enjoyed the piece.
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Blessed are the
poetry makers.
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The makers would be not but singing birds
Were there not someone to hear their words
Blessed are those who read and glean
Who seek to understand what these words mean
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The truth seeker meek,
silenced by ignorance
hatred and violence,
having found that
what lost, should boldly
and loudly speak.
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The strong shall be made weak.
The holds of the eager made meager.
And the forces of wars divorced their course.
Those former bound shall be freed.
Those without will be without need.
Those who hunger will feed.
Those who follow will lead.
We wait.
We watch.
We are patient,
Slow to raise our voice;
But we are not silent.
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As the bent
one sweet day
made straight,
‘the first ones now
will later be last’
… I can hardly wait.
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Until the day comes at last:
We will be waiting.
We will be.
We will.
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… be free at last.
Good God Almighty!
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Nice !!!!
Enjoyed reading
Keep sharing 💜
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Beautiful sentiment in these words. ⚘❤🙂
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Thank you very much, Adnama. 🙂
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My pleasure. 😉👍💚
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That’s a beautiful poem 👏👏 very romantic!
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Thank you, Srikanth. There are so many such moments to reflect on and appreciate. I am grateful I have been given the words to capture and convey them.
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Awww!
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🙂
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