For me, love was forgiving and finding a way to move on; even if that meant letting go.
To him, love was enduring, through all pain and sin.
And I thought only a god could give that kind of love,
But even God banished his favourite angel.
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PoetryHello, it's been quite some time since I've last written a poem, and it's been years since I've tried being an active poet, let's hope the past few years have given me some new experiences to write about
Drifting thoughts
For me, love was forgiving and finding a way to move on; even if that meant letting go.
To him, love was enduring, through all pain and sin.
And I thought only a god could give that kind of love,
But even God banished his favourite angel.