Glad You’re Mine (Clogyrnach) Form 2 - 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
and power to transform.
And thunder’s is a lesser sound,
than our heart’s - in which love abounds,
until it overflows
like tidal sea shores,
and like waves it resounds.
A love such that none can confine.
Which spans both earthly and divine.
And none could predict
and words can’t depict
how glad I am you’re mine…
Copyright ©2010 Leslie Alexis
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