As the summer storm moves slowly across the valley, <br /> intense winds push forward, clearing the way. <br /> Calmness brings on warm cleansing rains, <br /> lasting until portly clouds are exhausted. <br /> <br /> My love is a storm, proceeding gently <br /> igniting love that had once been whisked away. <br /> Our hearts, moved by air currents, smoothing over <br /> feelings that once held love in solitary bondage. <br /> <br /> No lightening, no thunder. This love is unhurried, <br /> yet, it moves forward. Time must be recalled <br /> to realize the momentum of the adoration being <br /> softly restored, in each heart, each mind. <br /> <br /> Did heavenly forces bring us together? You're perfect <br /> as if purposely chosen. You bring warmth that glows <br /> on the winter side of my heart, melting past of offenses <br /> from those who willfully intruded. <br /> <br /> Your touch lights the torch of trust, like <br /> the summer sun, secure and warm. As with storms, <br /> renewal is acquired. Love parts the clouds, <br /> emptying courage to douse the hurt below.<br /><br />Sandra Hawkins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/slow-love/
