How Many Ways There are to Love   Leave a comment

How, in love, could I, with a flower, fall

What once seemed so inanimate

Now making known her needs


In wilting leaves and weeping blooms

Begging please, make room for me

I am not as the vapor of a passing cloud


In thanks for care I freely give

A multitude of brilliant buds

And colors that please the eye


Now as seasons change, I cry

Make room for me where you reside

Before the autumn’s bite I no longer can withstand


No greater satisfaction is there than

To know we’re One, not just on earth

But in our God’s eternal plans


Love MeSigned

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