Your love is the one constant in my life,
My heart beats to its rhythm,
My soul dances to its tempo.
Your love for me is the wonder of my life,
It humbles me that you stay,
Knowing my inadequacies.
Your love for me is the reason that I exist,
Without it my heart would falter,
My soul would stumble into darkness.

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Snowflake

A snowflake,
A pure thing
Of such fragile,
Individual beauty,
Formed on high
By God's hand,
Looked down and,
Seeing me,
Insignificant me,
Me busy with my life,
Me deep within myself,
It floated downward,
Guided by divine breath
It sought me out,
It found my hand,
Its cold caused
Me to look at it,
For just a moment
I glimpsed its wonder,
Before I saw it die,
Turned to water
On my flesh,
By the warmth of my life,
Then I realised,
I had on my hand
The snowflake's soul,
This drop of water
Was its essence,
Then I knew
It would again
One day,
Rejoin the clouds,
Be made anew,
Changed, but still pure,
A snowflake
Of individual beauty.

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Blaenau Ffestiniog

Raw, gashes of exposed slate,
Roofs that now never will be,
Loom up majestically from
The mountainside,
Spilling their dark grey blood
To feed the landscape's identity.
Transparent legs of rain streak down
From grey, woollen, clouded trousers,
Urged onward, bent to the wind's will,
They stride to drench the land and
Draw a hazy veil across the face of the horizon.
Spirits of dead quarry men now freed
From a life of soul destroying toil
Shape the clouds in an ever-changing dance,
Telling their story, a patchwork quilt
Of moving shade and colour on the scene.