My tender heart was battle-weary,
Scars from too many tussles lost.
Through it all,
No matter how darkness fell,
I never yielded to despair.
Instead, I kept a candle lit
In the window of my soul,
Knowing without a doubt
That love would come to call.
❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Thanks, Syl. ❤️
Sweet poem.
Thank you, Jessica.
I love this. ❤️❤️❤️
Thanks, Susan.