Much of what is lost,
Was but a thing that would decay,
Time will heal the pain of loss,
Memories will turn to myth one day…
Yourself in the mirror when you face,
Rejoice in knowing this-
Sold you not your soul,
Character and hope none can steal…
Grieve not O’ Heart,
Thou hast me still.
– Thy Faith.
Wow! U wrote that. Ur too gud! hehehe my poems are way too kiddish. Thanx for visiting my blog & for the sweet comment.
Very nice! I loved your opening lines- “Much of what is lost,
Was but a thing that would decay”!
My faith, my hope,
My reason to love,
My reason to live,
Shall I always have thee?
🙂
You know, you could possibly bring me back from death. Priceless 🙂
Much love <3
Thanks! You are all very kind…
@ PM- A poem for a poem?! I love your replies and always look forward to them 🙂