I Shall be the Downpour....

Freed by the love,
yet devout and tied,
I am that lost dove,
Befuddled on a solitary flight,
But know,
That upon your form and soul,
I shall always be the downpour,
Of love,
Of faith,
Of belief,
And fervor's perpetually gleaming light......

Poem (c) S.S

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