To The One I Love
Reflecting on the years gone by
Oft comes to my mind, Dear Lord, why?
Who am I to have been so blest
By the one with whom my heart does rest.
Surely there must have been another
That proved to be a better lover.
Why among all the choices fine,
Would you choose such a one as I?
A flower broken, bruised, needing much
A tender soul with delicate touch!
One who would nurture, love and care
Causing this flower to bloom so fair!
One who forgives the pricks and stings
One who believes and hopes all things.
One who sees me in the bouquet
Offered to God that beautiful day.
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