Beautifully put (a poem)
I’m inspired to share the beauties of your goodness Filled with such fragrance and pungency I speak, but only my words dilute and tangle the beauty that wraps your goodness Only faith could tell Only the cross could tell Only the writings of my heart could tell Only you could tell I’m contained, but you’re not And so even today, you carry me along the woods aligned with pine trees and flowers The smell I find comfort And even though I reflect upon the mirror with gloom A hideous creature, full of brokenness and pride You reflect yourself on the same mirror gloriously It seems as though my love for you is yet too faint Like that of the loved who shrouds in fear from the lover’s plans