his love is like the rock
standing upright
shielding her, in protection
when the tides of adversity hits
shaking the ground.
his love is that river
that flows
endlessly, making ways
filling the gorges and crevices
of her bruised heart.
his love is the wind
that blows in her direction,
relieving her from the scorching
heat of the pain, wrenching her guts
soothing her by his tender touch
his love is shaped like home
in which she moved in,
she was his, yet so free,
for the first time ever.
his love, so patient and giving
and she just knew
she couldn’t wait, to finally
come home.
-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE
Themoonlightreverie 