Tuesday, 20 April 2010


I know a girl who scatters love like seeds,
searching for a patch of fertile ground,
but flowers cannot grow among the weeds
and so far she has sown where weeds abound.
An angel sweet as her should never crawl,
but selfish souls have torn her wings apart.
She's given love and that's no fault at all
but too much giving drains a fragile heart
How weary, worn, and wounded she's become
in searching for someone to make her whole.
Yet like a rich man begging for a crumb,
she's blind to all the beauty in her soul.
   But he who finally helps her love to grow
   will feel more joy than he can ever know.

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