Like the eye of a great storm love looks on
Forever calm
Placid
Why does she never worry
How does she hold her fortress of silence
How come love never screams
Surrounded by this swirling madness
Oh love
I sense you're oblivious to all this pain
Outside my worried mind there is only love
I figure fear is the only thing I have to lose
I am the eye of my storm
Blinded by the play of form
Through love's pure eyes
We'll one day see
Only love can set us free
- Author: Projectbeing ( Offline)
- Published: January 7th, 2017 13:45
- Comment from author about the poem: Trying to embrace my formless self, giggle
- Category: Love
- Views: 69
Comments5
Lovely Poem! That's what clever king said.
Thanks again willy,
Awesomely written and expressed Great write
Thanks , peace out
Welcome
The eye of a storm may be well or ill defined surrounded by destruction. I don't know where I was going with this thought other than you got me thinking.
Thanks for the comment augusta, I was thinking of a well defined eye
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