Keep Your Head Up
It was but a lonely day on that day
Wonder and confusion going through thee
My eye caught something standing in the way
Is that my beloved in front of me?
Such delicate features envelopes her
Like the moon dressed white on a summers night
Beautiful like the blooming orchids were
Yet how could my eyes behold such a sight
We were standing in the front of the line
Our creator passed judgement to us all
There were many names called including mine
To my demise I saw my beauty fall
Her sinful past gave her a place to dwell
But my place was heaven; her place was hell
Copyright © Josemiguel Marcos | Year Posted 2012
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