Blessed
Why is it I was blessed
Im sure Ill never know,
But fate chose me
With a precious gift to bestow.
For you see I was not aware
Of the treasure I was to hold,
A warmth from deep within
Saving my heart from the cold.
I hope I will always be worthy
And never take for granted,
How my breath was taken
And left completely enchanted.
I promise to give of myself
Until my last breath is spent,
Because I was blessed with
An angel that Heaven sent.
2004
Edie Hendrikse
Copyright © Edie Hendrikse | Year Posted 2005
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