Sunday, 6 November 2016

A million smiles have crossed my face,
But one that has forever stayed
Has been all your grace.
A  thousand wounds have scratched my feet
But one that gave you gave me
Could soak in a fascinating comfort, sweet.
My eyes shread a hundred tears,
But they reasoned their wetness
As losing you being my worst fear
One world that had all the royal,
Eventually became mine
With basics made beautiful by my angel.

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