The Heart
The heart is a place of love
A place of mercy
With pureness like the white of a dove
I have no currency
For when the love of the heart will end
The love of the heart can stretch and bend
So I try to use my heart as a thing of love, beauty,
Pureness and strength
The heart can never end its love length
I will choose now to make my heart pure
To only the one I love
I thought it’s hard sometimes,
But God will help me through all the times
That I feel lonely I know my husband will hold me closely
But when we reach the end,
I know his love is what he’ll lend,
To help me through
Helping me to know our love is true.
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