To All the Blinded Men

A sonnet of perfect love. PS- I wrote this a long time ago, so don't judge it too harshly.

To All the Blinded Men
A Shakespearean Sonnet- By Kleo

To the blinded man, the widowed wife,
The young ill-fated lover's broken heart
Who curse the Lord their God in all their strife
Though wish of His sweet love to take a part
But are in doubt, and many times have said,
“The Lord my God has never cared for me!
When I was sick and dying in my bed,
In tears of anguish drowning, where was He?”
I wish to say, to those who doubt His love,
Though He possesses every worldly treasure
Created Earth, the seas and sky above
He loves His children, more than one can measure.
         Remember too- His love will never wane
         For we’re the only things He can’t obtain.

14 Lines
Iambic Pentameter