I don't know why I think of love,
Almost every day,
I think of falling so deeply,
Utterly and madly in love.
A hopeless romantic,
With a hopeless heart,
To ever find a gardener,
That will fill my soul.
God's love wrapped,
Into one and into two,
We become whole,
The souls mate.
Those restless nights,
I think of what could be,
To God I lift them up,
To thee I pray He will be.
Thoughts of before,
Still play in my mind,
Of the ones I lost,
But my heart gained.
Yet my heart hardens,
Walls full of doubt,
Aid me Lord please,
Open to your will.
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Falling
RandomWe fall and fall, over again. Our wishfulness leaves us broken to the idea of finding what can be ours. And the faulty steps before makes us doubtful of the next steps that could be solid. Some randoms thoughts that consume me. The good, the bad and...
