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The Rain Came

The Rain Came

A poem about love through life together
The hillside was torched by a lick of flame.
Angry fire burned wildly, devouring.
Timbers cracked, the trees split, all was consumed.
Heaven sent the rain, quenched the devil’s hand.
Then the rain faded, leaving a man behind.

He was cold, I gave him shelter.
He was hungry, I gave him food.
He was broken, I cured his wounds.

Eyes dark, rich, and golden – like aged brass coins.
Scattered hair, a sharpness to his features.
He was a man like no other I’d seen.
His smile lit bright my dull heart, my fortune.
His fingers warmed my chilled skin, treasured.

I was alone, he gave friendship.
I was fragile, he gave me strength.
I was captive, he freed my soul.

The years stretch on. Just us two, together.
The trees returned to the barren hillside.
We picked the flowers and plucked the ripe fruits.
We weathered the foul heat of the summers.
We built fires together, survived the cold.

We were united, blessed with joy.
We were whole, no longer broken. 
We are lovers, bound forever.

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Copyright © Copyrighted by Lilith Lo (Lush name = Metilda)

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