Mistakes
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, 04-13-2013 at 10:24 AM (1686 Views)
Memories of you,
Is the precious thing I cherished the most.
Seasons may come and go,
Together can we grow?
Asking myself each night and day,
Knowing we are different in so many ways;
Everyday I knelt and pray,
Sad to say you’ve judged me wrongly.
Composed and owned by Bricksand.
*I made this poem when my wife and I almost got separated before the wedding bells. Praise the Lord it didn't happen.