Sometimes

Sometimes

My heart wants

To burst from

Love…

It seeps out

and even radiates

Within range.

It’s a happy sort of

Love — almost bubbly.

What’s changed?

An hour ago I

Might have sat

In dispare, or

A kind of grief?

Well, you know —

God entered in

I turned ever

so slightly in her

Direction — and

Bamb!

Love overtook me.

–Love is all

 

July, 2015 .

Copyright held by Alexis Wittman

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