The Awakening

As the morning lights gentle touch
In loves embrace it finds me here

In thy perfect love so near
It casts away all care and fear

It nullifies the great illusion
Imbues my soul with loves infusion

In this place there's no confusion
A love so real no passing illusion

And in this peace that I abide
I begin to see the turning tide

Of loves sweet power from inside
My heart and soul at once collide

Love becomes the heart of me
In Loves eternal harmony

poem by Lynne FincherSpringarden
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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