Love didn't come like the rumbling thunder;
It never tore through and ripped my soul asunder.
It did not find me seeking another,
And it never once gave cause to my blunders.
Love didn't come like the cleansing of rain;
And love never did much consider my pain.
It did not bring light like a mid-summer day.
No, instead love rose me out of the grave.
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