Your love

Let thunder strike bursting down
with rays that blinds,
let wasting wind come
unstoppable,
let storms come that devour
and nobody can control,
let dark night comes
that quenches all,
your love is firm as a mountain
and burn with a flame
brighter than the sun
and brings magic
just where you are.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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