I like writing poems, but, you can only have so many sappy love poems. Well, this one is about love, but in a less sappy way. Yay!
Tiny me
beneath the big blue sky
as the clouds float slowly by
they're watching over me
this is love.
Tired me
finds my bible sitting on the bed
waiting to be read
the pages speak to me
this is love.
Happy me
eyes see his face
arms feel his warm embrace
he always waits for me
this is love.
Free me
singing to the ceiling
gives life an enormous feeling
I know he hears me
this is love.
*Note: I wrote this poem, so if you steal it, I'll have to kill you. Got it?
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