Given In Faith and Love

Your words, yes, came to me in a chilling joy. Notions of your affirmation of our union came, With jubilation along with sadness, my victory, My salute of knowledge, you held no love for me. I was the object of comforting happiness within. Since a carriage of a life, you knew, was not mine. However, I had begged God in Heaven for the chance. A chance for you to learn to love me, as I did you, I felt love at times as we lived together in our lie. You said you learned to love me, was that another lie. I never felt that we were living in a lie, together. Those were your words, not mine, after you fled. I made mistakes, you made mistakes, and we shared them. You left me. Saying you did not love me anymore. That I had killed our love with my final misinterpretation, Nevertheless, you would not let me go, you returned to haunt me. You returned to charm and deceive my affections so real. You burned my sincerity; you carved my spirit deeply. You kept me drifting in life without any hope or pride. Maybe I deserved some of what you delivered upon me. Maybe I was ashamed of the discrimination of my night. Whatever, was between us, should have been between us. Not the child who was your mistake and my Gods sent. She was innocent, caught between your lie, my emotion. Our marriage might have been a lie, though our child, truth. Truth that some prayers are answered, given in faith and love.