Poem
When

When the elm trees bask in the midday sun
With the warm breeze stirring the floating leaves,
And all fall silent in admiration
Of the delicate patterns the grass weaves.

When the tulips are dashed by leaden rain
With petals strewn in muddy disarray,
And the bird song is gone, and snails remain
To draw their patterns on the soggy clay.

When the skies erupt and the daylight ends
With thunder flash and lightning crash and hail,
And the wind rips through the door, and life sends
Its call to heaven, a submissive wail!

For whatever is thrown, for good or ill,
I will love you! I will love you! I will!
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For the one I love; my soul mate and life's companion. Christian Poet