THE PRECIOUS WORDS OF LOVE, by Danny Kemp.

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Speaks soft the voice of love as it whispers on the breeze,

As it beats at your heart, as if it rustles through the leaves.


Your senses come alive, in a way you’ve never known,

As the words carried on that breeze begin to find a home.


The breeze grows stronger, there’s no shelter to be found.

As all reason deserts, as you’re deafened by the sound.


Your body aches with every breath that you breathe,

As the wind is so strong you have no choice but believe.


Your life has changed, you’re no longer on your own,

As the wind subsides, its seed having been sown.


The breeze has now gone, its purpose been fulfilled,

As the precious words of love into your heart are now instilled.


© 2014, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved.

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About Danny Kemp

I was at work one sunny November day in 2006, stopped at a red traffic light when a van, driven incompetently, smashed into me. I was taken to St Thomas' Hospital and kept in for a while, but it was not only the physical injuries that I suffered from; it was also mental ones. I had lost confidence in myself let alone those around me. The experts said that I had post-traumatic stress disorder, which I thought only the military or emergency personnel suffered from. On good days, I attempted to go to work, sometimes I even made it through Blackwell Tunnel only to hear, or see, something that made me jump out of my skin and that's when the anxiety attacks would start. I told my wife that I was okay and going regularly, but I wasn't. I could not cope with life and thought about ending it. Somehow or other with the help of my wife and medical professionals, I managed to survive and ever so slowly rebuild my self-esteem. It took almost four years to fully recover, but it was during those dark depressive days that I began to write. My very first story, Look Both Ways, Then Look Behind, found a literary agent but not a publisher. He told me that I had a talent, raw, but nevertheless, it was there. His advice was to write another story and that I'm delighted to say, I did. The success of that debut novel, The Desolate Garden, was down to sheer hard work, luck, and of course, meeting a film producer.
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