He feels when I need.
He knows when I breathe.
He sees what I dream.
He doesn't let me sink,
He forgives me.
He holds my heart,
so why should I be afraid?
He hung the stars,
so why should I doubt?
He offers freedom and peace,
so why do I run?
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1 comment:
Beautiful poem and I know the feeling. Love can be beautiful and scary at the same time!
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