An Unwavering Love

Pray and pray again, there will come an hour when the request will be granted.

When the massive minute hand
Shakes the little hour hand
And holds him firmly in a grasp
That makes him want to gasp
For air, for air, for air.

I know my love

Even in the womb of bad weather
Will never like a blade of grass waver
In the wild wind that forever blows
Cold flakes our way from a place filled with snows.

© 2019 The Poets Peace

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