Perfect Love
Now I sit here alone,
as I cry and I write these notes.
As I realize how much you love me;
beaten down, stricken bone,
up on the cross and you still told
this cold and lonely world how much you love them.
True love is sacrifice,
you gave your all and ask nothing
but for us to love one another.
Honesty, faith, and trust
Your perfect love, more than enough,
It is all we need to truly love each other.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world
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