His love for her- It is exhausting
To carry on with only hope
Always not secure in, 'SHE' his only
His spirit feeds upon all consuming
Her love; His, Or only for complexity
Who could know a woman
Who could understand
Now his days and many years
Still in doubt of his Loving Glory
She, the woman
His woman
Meant to be
(05/03/2022)
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