U-R the Calm To My Storm...
Unrest is the tempestous,
world seems out of favor...
malignant beseem the superflous,
sour,ill-tempered neighbors...
But...
The grass is always greener,
at your side of our choosing...
you've made me a believer,
love's hallmark unites fusing...
You are,
The soft to my hard
a sheath for my sword,
like whisperings of a bard
you are the calm to my storm....
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