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There is a man who loves me
I didn't know him
But still, he loves me

I pushed him away from me
But he's still here and he loves me

I didn't even believe what he's saying
But he encourages me and he loves me

I mocked him and judged him
But he looks at me with love for he does

I didn't listen him and wandered off
But he's still guiding me because he loves me

I didn't talk to him and I ignored him
But he's still waiting for me because he loves me

I lied, I cursed, I got angry, I sinned
Despite all that, he loves me still

I turned my back against him
But he still got my back because he loves me

I'm selfish, hot-tempered, proud and stubborn
But he still cares for me because he loves me

I ignored him, ignored him and ignored him
But he's always there for me because he loves me


So I asked...

Who is this man who loves me?

Who is this man who loves me inspite of and despite?

Who is this man who loves me still?



And I got a reply...

He is the man who died for love

The man who lived to die for you

The man who died for his love for you.




Then he asked me back...

Where else can you get a love like this?

You aren't worthy of his love, but he still gave it to you.

Isn't he worthy enough to be loved back?

Won't you love him back?
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Romans 5:8
But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.
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the first poem that i wrote that made me cry
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  Sep 2016 Ravanna Dee
Timothy Ward
and then
one day
my sky
really did fall
and life carried on
without
me
but eventually
i was helped up
slowly
dusted myself off
and i even learned
to smile
again
Life hangs by the thinnest of threads and relationships by the most brittle tendrils of trust. The most I can ask of myself is resilience
  Sep 2016 Ravanna Dee
LovelyLittlePoet
They vary
Light or dark
Fierce or shy
Cute or Ugly
Loved or hated
Important or Minor
Weak or Strong
They are all people and we need to know that
Ravanna Dee Sep 2016
Like, the red and blue chalky color of pain,
Their words bled from me.
Then, like, the the sweet and minty taste of happiness,
You cleaned and mended the wound.
A writing prompt.
Ravanna Dee Sep 2016
Only those who've worn chains,
can understand the freedom of falling...
Sometimes falling for someone is breaking free from chains that have held you captive.
Writing prompt.
Ravanna Dee Sep 2016
Today is the day.
That I decided to walk away.
Leaving you.
The one who caused the pain.
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