Emote

What love deep within me burns;
What fires rage and boil and turn?
The throes of death cannot me keep,
Nor snakes that twist and turn and creep,
Nor anything but heaven above,
Can keep me from my deep, deep love.
I long for comfort day and night
But none has come, nor can I find,
Besides the thought of my true One
Who in this darkness knows my mind
And comes to me
When He hears my plea
And returns to me my deep, deep love.

This started as a love poem, but it became something more as I realized that the love of God was so much greater than the love of any man.

Who or what do you love? How would you describe or define love? Let me know in the comments below!

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