Whatever prayers I’ve sent up to the skies
Whatever jealous musings I have pined
Away with them; treat them as pithy lies
I never knew what I, so blessed, would find:
Her.
Whatever prayers I’ve sent up to the skies
Whatever jealous musings I have pined
Away with them; treat them as pithy lies
I never knew what I, so blessed, would find:
Her.
This is beautiful.
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Thank you, Sadah. I appreciate your kind words 🙂
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