Poetry

(after Christina Rossetti)
 
I gave my love to you,
but to my heart
you did not want to be true
and from my love you did part
 
and to me for reasons unknown
you viewed my love as childish, told me to wait
you made my enemy your own
and my heart was thrown to the whims of fate.
 
With my shattered heart to Him I did come
and found some solitude,
from all my wandering a home
and although my heart was marred and crude
 
His love was selfless
and His power filled my nothingness.
 
[Reference: “Twice” by Christina Rossetti.]