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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