The Return

She is the return of the exquisite force
Shattering my contentment and malaise
Unleashing the guides of predictable course
With the promise of better days.

She whirled, spinning back into my heart
With the power of a summer twister.
Uprooting my comfort from the start
I did not realize how much I missed her.

Yet with this power, there is discontent
An outrage driving winds above
Some greater sadness at years misspent
Propels her quest for love

She is the heeler whose heart needs mending
I want to cure her ill emotion
With the climate of love unending
And the heavy weather of my devotion.

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