Sad
As sinister repercussion denies salve,
I deal with Thee, in all I have.
Rebounding fate esteems its own faith's path,
while faith, as Godly reason never lathe -
is tried as empty, no one clad
in truth, deny their ministry of glad.
Oh love, that love were covering, were not fad,
a moment's hovering, a thought of had.
Some timeless truth between us, yet not add,
has neither emptied thee, or I - or bad ..
I love Thee so -
...respecting thee are sad!
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