True Love is a privilege
That you'll have anything for a trade
True love would not change
nor would fade
True love is a rainbow
appearing in times of sorrow
True love would not let go
of your bond to a friend or foe
True love is the key
To unlock what you can't see
a wonderful scenery
From God to you and me.
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Jesusy's Diary: The Rising Poetess
PoetryIt all started with a red diary my mom had bought me. 16 year-old Jesusy is naive yet sincere; confused yet loves the truth; fragile and oversensitive, yet loving and thoughtful. Dive into my 16-year old heart nearly turning 17 as you read "Jesusy's...
