The hours I have spent looking for love.
The hours I have spent with a dead love.
The hours I wasted on a unworthy person.
Thee I love you.

Lord.

To find the one whom I am meant to be.

Nothing a single hair on your head that God is not mindful.

I’m not a great poetess like Poet Wordsworth, but I try to give words to my feelings…

A poem written (hopefully) in old English…don’t worry it was all foreign to me too.

Lust falls like snow.

The one for whom I am waiting for..

A homonymic poem that hopes for someone to defend.

Love forced upon thee.