When it all gets confusing,
And thoughts rumble up in my head,
Piled up tears waiting to be triggered like a loaded pistol,
And the tissues of my heart tearing apart on the rhythm of my heart beat against my chest
Looking, searching and hoping for love
Sometimes that love may be shown
But it gets confusing,
Because love in itself is Confusing
But with you, love is unvarying, and incessant
Then you are there to calm the aching heart
Calming my troubled breast
Bringing that long-awaited peace to my weary heart
It reminds me of your indescribable and everlasting love
And so Lord, I’ll wait
Copyright 2012 Emerald's Notebook | Journal of an amateur Writer
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