Glad You’re Mine (Clogyrnach) Form 1 Poem by Leslie Alexis

Our love is like a thunderstorm.
It’s earnest desire in reform.
Heaven gives the light
for love to shine bright
in twilight’s
starry swarms.

And thunder’s is a lesser sound,
than our heart’s - in which love abounds,
until it overflows
like tidal sea shores,
which then goes
all around.

A love such that none can confine.
Which spans both earthly and divine.
And none could predict
and words can’t depict
how we clicked.
… Glad you’re mine…

Copyright ©2010 Leslie Alexis