Trickles at the outset,
as a drizzle later
then in torrents
your love is rain unreined.
Rhyming with the
ebbs and flows of my
mind your love synchronizes
my being benignly.
Loved in ways beyond
my dreams weaved
with strands which are surreal
I stand dazed.
Spirit is in spate in the
self as your love
intoxicates the being
into cushy submission.
Your love is the crest
which I yearn to be on
for the troughs to turn
into redundance.
I lie waiting with
the lilting yearning to
be loved in your ways,
and that's my manna.
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