They Say I have Been Hard on You
You told me that you felt wanting Under my keener observations. "Not enough," the words you spoke. "Want to Please;" "Yet, I have MY Ways." "We are not different; We are One," I sighed. "Be not attached to pleasing And be my Holy Bride." In Life's Eternal Measure There is no room for pride. You are a golden treasure, A prize of Love's Creation. In Peace, we now abide. C 2006 Shamsujim Sign in to see full entry.