His love for me

How can I describe it?

It is not a love borne out of helplessness

Or hopelessness and faithlessness

It is a love borne out of love

Before I knew him he knew me

Held me tight and never let go

Made me “His Delight”

Sometimes I don’t even return the love

And I feel a rotten inside

But he still cherishes me

I always have that special place

He always keeps that special spot

I am the apple of his eyes

He is my God, I am his Child.

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