I do not understand the remission of love
It happened and this is something I am sure of
He suffused my heart with beautiful bliss
Dreamers and lovers until the last kiss
Then one day, he could not be found my heart left in crumbles all over the ground
Months passed by so sad and alone
Then a beacon of hope that came down from above
The truth came alive and was clearly made known
Like a star shining bright, the remission of love from some suspicious fellow
An example of all of my Bellows
He showed me of who I once was, who i am now, lost without love, digging deeply to find, love for myself
Something that was missing, placed high on the shelf.
To love oneself, is the highest of honor, an object that we should definitely pounder.
Without such love, we have no respect
No care or desire, a permanent wreak.
Now that it’s known and now I must work on recovering the passion of healing the hurt.