by Tim Chiu
The hope for love shall be achieved - a romantic love poem.
|For love to blossom ever pure
It must keep growing and endure
Budding hopes, God at our backs,
Sniffing odor’s fragrant tracks.
In this vibrant wilderness
Lay those dreams and tenderness,
Locked up tight from all our troubles,
Fateful sins and ancient rubbles.
A love that prospers for all time,
Our life of faith supremely prime
Is innocence serenely cued
By Godly passions now imbued.
My sweet, we shall exist forever,
This blessed gift, no one can sever;
My life with you will rightly peak
This timeless union we shall seek.