Tuesday, August 17, 2010
An idealistic poem for...
How camest thou to be so sweet
showing concerns that meet
every one of mine.
Perchance thou hast read my mind
knowing each thought and its design.
when aweary
or filled with fury
thou ceases my strife
ere I lose meaning in life.
Tears approach not near
for little is there to fear
Nature nor man wouldst do me no wrong
for thou mak'st me strong.
How canst I ever comprehend
a blessing that was undoubtedly godsend?
Perfection
7:49 PM
