being loved
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This is two poems in one day, but so be it.
Psalm 147:4 ~
He determines the number of the stars and calls them each by name.
Isaiah 40:26 ~
Lift your eyes and look to the heavens: Who created all these?
You had a certain scent,
like a lingering shot of whiskey.
I drew you in deep like the tide pulling in it's last wave.
You scared me, but I loved it.
Is it too much to ask for the perfect fated
Who said that they don’t exist some where
Perfection is not over rated but created
