In every day I break your heart,
you calm me; my storm ceases to reign,
coming back to the start,
before the sun shined after the rain.

You whisper softly,
your voice a gentle purr.
You slowly disarm me,
the walls of my anger beginning to blur.

I fall to your arms, your sweet caress,
my resolve slowly starting to crumble.
Upon your lips do I attest,
my heart gently taking a tumble.

Every push and pull and twist and turn
is a slow fall into your embrace.
To you is where I’ll always return;
to you, my saving grace.

Marie

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