When I speak of love;
no, I do not speak of
bodies colliding;
nor of pouty lips in struggle;
but of mercy and kindness descending.
Adult-babies in wordly siege;
picking lust for love.
All to feed their flesh
in want.
Alas, the end is nigh.
But this's perfect true love,
that a man lay His life
for his friends.
That doesn't judge nor
shudder,
that always stands in hail times.
Till this's attained my friend,
you hath no love I fear.
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The truth
PoetryIt's very simple; there's a God, and He truly cares for us. It might not be obvious, but believe me, it's there! John 3:16 So this is me spreading the gospel through the inspiration from the Holy Spirit via poetry. Thanks for reading. God bless yo...
