With eyes raised to the heavens vast and wide,
My whispered plea ascends the tear-laced tide.
Oh, Lord, to You I beg with a fervent heart,
Grant her, my love, a haven, tear her doubt apart.
My palms, once cradling tenderness and grace,
Now hold the weight of sorrow in this space.
Each falling tear, a crystal, etched with sin,
Whispering her faults, both small and kin.
Forgive, I pray, the moments stained with wrong,
The hasty word, the silence held too long.
The shadows cast on souls she meant to hold,
The burdens borne by stories left untold.
Let mercy weave a path of light,
Erase the darkness of unyielding night.
Grant her a garden bathed in golden rays,
Where laughter blooms and hope forever stays.
In Paradise, let peace her spirit keep,
And in Your sight, may she forever sleep.
For though my palms now bear the marks of pain,
My love for her will ever, ever reign.
So listen, Lord, to this heartbroken plea,
And set her spirit, oh so dear, to Thee.
For I ask one thing I beg to plead,
Will you write her name next to me?
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Golden Elegance - Whispers To The Jewel
PoetryDelve into the depths of love's intricate tapestry with a collection of poems that capture the essence of passion, devotion, and the transformative power of human connection. From tender expressions of affection to poignant reflections on loss and l...
