It Comes

The storm of the heart
Is a storm that won’t end;
the sunrise of thought
Takes it in as a friend;
Its flashes of lightning
Are smiles of a dawn
Which thunders with wonders
That never is gone.

Volcanic eruptions
Abound everywhere;
Joy’s seas are up-heaving,
Fears rivers run bare!
The love of a lifetime
Comes slow, but not late,
And the strength of desire
Knows triumph o’er fate!

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