Marvel Godwyn
Marvel Godwyn
Jan 17, 2018

Your Love Is A Mystery

Your love is a shrewed healer,
nothing could have healed better;
when my heart was hurt and broken,
you salved and built it a haven.

On the verge of damage,
Swiftly you came to its salvage.
You became a light to my pathway,
in gale of cruel fate, a belay

Your love is slow to judge;
it never bears a grudge.
Errors once filled my slate,
and I didn't know my fate.

My future was dark and bleak,
it was chaos at its peak.
My best you sought and found,
and my errors you left behind.

I became free from my past,
because on love your eyes you cast.
Its ardor never grows weary,
it's indeed such a mystery.

About This Poem

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About the Author

Country/Region: Nigeria

Favorite Poets: Jess Tapper

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Comments

chevyvent

Tis truth you speak, we could all light the candle. Yet so many lack the flame. The want to create the beautiful art, just to destroy the frame. Maybe they lack the tools, maybe they are blind to their visions. They see the stars as so far away, so they accept that and just keep wishin. Twinkle twinkle in the sky, how many children have to die. How many mother's left to cry. Destroying families, one tragedy at a time. This world has gone mad, the lack or overwhelming. Overdramatic numb emotions that they go around selling. I think ones like you are special, hold a certain stature. They burn down the forests while we tend to the pastures.