One Man's Love

It was a year of strife and pain,

it was a year of stress,

Yet I would suffer twice as much

to earn what I've been blessed.

 

Had one thing not been in its place,

our love could not have been,

but Fortune must have favored us

to bring such joy within.

 

At times I felt like giving up

The stress too much to bear,

But I will always carry on

Knowing he's always there.

 

It was a year of strife and pain

that cut me to the bone,

but deepest love has kept me strong

No more am I alone.

This poem is about: 
Me

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