Love at Last

A hate, no matter how hard it tries,

Will always be lonely.

Never forget the sinful and lonesome hate.

I saw the bountiful feeling of my Generation destroyed,

How they mourned affection without a Date. 

Constantly clashing with the thought of Restoration,

While living alone with one’s mind at stake. 

Don’t open within, 

It’ll be tortured with stones,

Yet, break the bondage that’s held with Tape. 

Even so deep that it feels unresponsive,

It’s always here for God to take. 

Do not accept lightly, 

But keep it abroad,

A hearts honor and glory goes farther than fate.