My love at first beat,
but chose to break my heart.
My heart breaker,
but led to restore my courage.
My reason of emptiness,
but set alight the purpose of my being.
In an argument above tension,
You are my harmony.
In a situation which possesses no equilibrium,
You are my balance.
In the dismalness of weather and when serenity fills me with gloomy thoughts.
You are my Sunshine.
My Alejandro Melchizedek.
Our Little Angel in Heaven.
When dark despair and dismalness oppress
how then does joy keep its too, too brief cheer
when life and health forswear bliss no longer dear
and then embrace dark thoughts, dark days that depress?
When the claws of melancholy’s distress
seize, choke and kill death’s then too close, too near
for peace, for rest, or for freedom from fear:
how then does one so wretchéd suffer this stress?
Although fate can assault with great despair
hope and faith in God’s love and Jesus’s blood
withstand the trials of life that one may bear
her tribulations as something made good
and perfect through him, for as a loved joint-heir
with him her unbelief is nailed in dogwood.
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