Love Is Our Hurricane Poem by Mark Heathcote

Love Is Our Hurricane



At the pinnacle of your fears
I hold your hands
To see those dark clouds depart
From my advancing, heart.

At that tipping point
Of hard knocks and sheer drops
I’ll hold your hand
Your soft white, palms.

To see those churlish tears
Scuttle limpid, languidly away.
In these two wet paws
I’m finding; irrepressible warmth.

Oh love is our hurricane

Everything that stands before it
Is blown aside in a hurry,
In a flurry, honey
So don’t you worry?
The sun will shine again today.

Sunday, March 23, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: song
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