Love is patient, love is kind
Why does this love feel so rare?
When will I meet this love of mine?
Will God ever answer my prayer?
Love does not envy, Love does not boast,
These things cause us pain,
So why do we do them the most?
Can someone please explain?
As a child this was my fear,
As a woman this is my plea
Hope to never shed another tear.
And God answered my prayer and told me,
Love never fails,
this will soon be my tale.
1 comment:
This was my first sonnet that i've ever written :)
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