You are the heat in the winter's cold
You are the chill in the summer's blaze
You are the sprout in the autumn's gloom
You're the eden in the blissful spring
You're the rainbow to my monochrome
You are the order to my chaos
You're the only strength in my weakness
You're the every hope in my despair
You are the vision to my blindness
You're the symphony to my deafness
You're the passion to my numbness
You are the honey to my blandness
No one can count the immensity
Of how your love has been true to me
You're God who stoop down and became man
Crucified and has redeemed everyone
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The Rhythms Inside
PoetryWe all share hurts and pains but we haven't taken any action yet. So that's why the author created this to somehow cry with you in all your griefs. I don't know what to say anymore. Enjoy :)
