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Click hereWhen he came he was not the man she expected
When he came he was not the man she desired
When he came he was not the man who set her soul on fire
But when he came he loved her
And when he came he was not afraid to show her
When he came he sat and talked with her
When he came he heard her
When he came she saw in his eyes that he loved her
When he came they all saw in his eyes, that he loved her
When he came the birds sang a sweet love song
And when he came she knew that nothing would go wrong
And when came and he said he wanted to stay, she knew his heart was hers to hold and protect
And when he came and the children said "yes, it's him, mom" she in return, gave her heart to him for safe keeping
When he came that day, he never left their hearts, their souls, their presence When he came, he made it known that he was there to stay, not only for a day, but for always
When he came it he was who taught her to feel, again
When he came it was he, who showed her to trust and love again
When he came he it was he, who they needed
He was not who she expected
He was not who she desired
But in the end, when he came, it was he, who set her soul on fire
There is a thread of yearning, longing and acceptance in this piece that is wonderful. Your poems are quite evocative.