Whirlpool

bgremaud24
May 21, 2024
1 min read

Your love is a whirlpool.

Whirling me ever closer to the centre...

The centre...

The centre of your heart.

Dipping my toe,

Whisked away in the flow,

Drawing me ever closer to the centre...

The centre...

The centre of your heart.

Once thrashing to and fro,

I'm learning to let go.

As your carrying me ever closer to the centre...

The centre...

The centre of your heart.

Your love is a whirlpool,

Tugging gently on my heart.

I am swirling,

Swirling...

Ever closer to the centre...

The centre...

The centre of your heart.

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