"conects" poems
love may bleed red, but passion bleeds blue
passion is what conects, me and you
keeps us strong, for a eternal bond
lets us see, our rights and wrongs
holds us close, and hides our fears
makes us want, to count the endless years
makes me smile, and makes me melt
with this passion, it doesnt matter what cards where delt
cause im here now, and here for good
so hold me tight, like you should
for the passion, and for the cheer
dont let go, because inlove is here
Oct 12, 2012
Oct 12, 2012 at 12:08 AM UTC
My love.
your love maybe?
My life,
no lie,
He exist,
always consistent,
to my redemption.
a bridge forever,
to souls of mankind the only way to The father.
His truth, His life and death and resurrection stands in time.
Holds in time.
He gave us a present greater then anyone
could ever dreamed of
He gave something that conects and heals the old and new.
He gives,
time,
time to love,
Time to stop the wander and give to ourself and others.
This is our borrowed time.
His time.
Precious
My love , my Christ and, yes now my Christmas
Merry Christmas everyone.
He is worth it.
our Lord and savior Jesus Christ
Dec 25, 2013
Dec 25, 2013 at 7:04 AM UTC