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You helped me heft
My burdens
You shared in all my cares
You also heavy laden
Your own loads in which to bear.

You took me through
The Bible
Through the stormy seas
Of my misunderstandings
You helped me to ease

Through thick & thin
Supported me
A stalwart friend so true
I could n'er find another
More trustworthy than you!

As a supporter you excell
There to lend a hand
You garner no great glory
As by my side you stand.

You're the lifter of my arms
A background tune that sings
You're an inspiring backdrop
The wind beneith my wings.

Please know that I have
Great respect
For you are from above
I will ever cherish you...

You'll always be LOVED.


SøułSurvivør
(C) 11/5/2017
To a very dear friend who has always helped me to understand the Bible and its correlation to every aspect of life. She has been a wonderful support in every way. I believe the armor bearer is more important than the warrior. This lady has a TRUE servant's heart... she is dearly LOVED!
His cruel nature,
Once encaged her feelings.
And turned her into a timid bird,
Ready to cut off it's wings.
Ready to give up all her dreams,
Just to pursue his dreams.

Now after a year,
They're so close to each other,
That their hearts fly together everywhere.
Because of her patience, and endurance,
She is now the one and only queen of his heart.

The warmth of her love melted his heart the day she started fighting with all the fears that once consumed him and all his insecurities
And made her, the only love of his life.

No one could tame him,
Because nobody ever loved him
The way she did.
 Oct 2017 Bianca Reyes
Pagan Paul
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O' Widow of the Worlds, embrace thy darkest hours.
Breathe evenings cold perfume, recall woods and flowers.

Glide proud amongst thy memories and foggy dreams,
pause pensive, gently pick a black rose for thy hair.
Give tears, settle 'pon thy fate as destiny deems,
walk through the mist and dissolve into the air.

At peace 'pon thy darkest hours,
sigh alone, a door to close,
sadness sleeps for all eternity,
the silent death of a rose.



© Pagan Paul (10/10/17)
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Final poem of 'Rose' trilogy
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 Oct 2017 Bianca Reyes
Melissa S
A victim becomes violated
Does not matter how
It feels like every room in their
house has been broken into
We pay too much attention to
Who did this or even why
Passing blame on this or that
We lose focus...
We forget about that person
Living inside the house
Don't lose focus of the victims!!! Sorry just something I feel very strongly about!!
 Oct 2017 Bianca Reyes
ryn
Wings
 Oct 2017 Bianca Reyes
ryn
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I dream of the night

That I'd sprout new wings

I'd then take to the sky

In search of new things


I'd flap them hard

I'd crest over the moon

I'd map out the stars

I'd claim the boon


But the wings, feathers they shed

More till first sun's beam

I'd falter back into this shell

Till it's time for a new night's dream


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He lived by 'Can't Stop, Won't Stop'
I caught on and adopted
And when I started I couldn't stop
I wouldn't stop it
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