When love arrives It is not the sugary sweet thing we imagine Nothing insipid or full of show It is the thunder crash of the heavens The lightning strike of the Gods The ferocious cry of a bereaving mother The howling of the wolf in the dark forest And the demand for truth
WRATHFUL LOVE
WRATHFUL LOVE
WRATHFUL LOVE
When love arrives It is not the sugary sweet thing we imagine Nothing insipid or full of show It is the thunder crash of the heavens The lightning strike of the Gods The ferocious cry of a bereaving mother The howling of the wolf in the dark forest And the demand for truth