Quiet Storm

Quiet Storm short poem

Yes, getting lost in that one.

He who listens to your every word that falls from my lips.

He who extends his arm out to lift me up when I can’t stand anymore.

He who embraces me with his strong arms reminding me that everything will be OK.

He who takes the time out to know the little things about me and he who isn’t afraid to express himself.

Till he, who is the one for me arrives, I will sit back and wait patiently for him. For he knows, he knows who he is.

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A soothing bit of writing about faith and patience to wait until destiny arrives..Well written!

Reyvrex Questor Reyes

If it is destiny that works, luck or love will search you out. Expressive poem.


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