As a child I painted a pretty picture of what my life would be in future.
In it I painted you, a man of dignity, honest, loving and true,...for these and more, you I would love and adore.
Time came and went, on counterfeits my love I spent
and at some point, love made no sense...
I loved in vain, almost to insanity;
I gave my body and soul but all was vanity.
I don't blame the other, it was all my doing!
I would love and then bring it to ruin, for something was missing!
I had almost lost hope... when God gave me you in due season....
As a child I painted a pretty picture....... You were the reason.
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