After The Storm
I watch from my bed as the wind howls,
Twisting the trees into unatural shapes.
Too much water falls from the sky,
And cascades over swollen gutters
To surround my house
In a waterfall veil.
The wind howls and screams,
As it forces it's way
Through tiny spaces in my window panes.
Mayhem is outside my window
And I am warm and safe
Thinking of you
With a smile on my face.
Nothing can take away
That I am loved by this man
With his song in my heart
He pulls me in tighter
As if to protect me with his words
And I am as filled with calm
As tomorrows sky.
I am in love.
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