Weather Gauge
The wind has whipped around, again
Midst force of will and driving rain
The hurricane has found a home, once more
As, now, I step on through the open door
I sense the weather move as it is changing
As all of life, once more, is rearranging
There is one weather gauge that I do treasure
That wilding sense of life for which no measure
For all the heat and wild emotion's pressure
Her smiles still crystal clear and ever fresher
All Her aches and all Her pain
Produce in me a hurricane
Without the slightest feeling of remorse
That hurricane is set upon a course
To rip apart delusions held
All false reality be felled
The force of hurricane
Blast the needless pain
And fury of the storm
Does, then, begin to form
Into something human
You are my only gauge that showed the way
Through deep and pensive thought to smiles' array
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