I just talked to a long lost love of mine He said I had been "the one" Oh, I'd been "real good by far" And I was like his "gaurdian angel" But the only emotion left is bittersweet I was called their angels And now I see the one I chose He stands before me beautiful Hope and purity pouring forth He is the answer to my prayers Whispered soft and silent in bittersweet. Life spins its cycles Around me in shades of sometimes red I see the glory and the good And the divinity of God And the pain, struggles, and perspiration The results which shine forth Spring alive from the black in tones of bittersweet.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem upon my reflection of the bittersweet cycles and phases of life. It all seemed to fall behind me in a clouded sort of way, but out of the hurt came a sense of sweetness, because I know that life and God is bringing about my pain for a reason.
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