Hang in there.
Soon it will vanish.
I know you are
in waiting.
Soon what will stop
is the panic.
I am talking about
the pain.
Our Lords remembrance
keeps us away from
the satanic.
Even though the
dark winters are to
submerge us with its
depression;
The single little heart
will pump out the
regression.
And to Our Lord's
words, we will never
lose our submission.
Kind is He, who gives
us chances even though
we could've lost our
cognition.
YOU ARE READING
You Who Knows Best
PoetryThis is a series of love poems written by me. "May we meet where the eye can find its rest, And where our hearts beat for each other, even outside of our breasts."
