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Standing on the edge, in the eye of the storm, you can feel the wind blow through your hair. The storm is not over, but you confront the calm as dark clouds surround you. In the eye of the storm, you remain in control. You alone are the anchor for when my sails are torn. When my hopes and dreams are far from me, and I'm running out of faith, I can see the future in your eyes as your unending love embraces my body and soul. Then, and only then, do I know that I am not alone, in the eye of the storm.