Don Nguyen Poems

“Remembrance of Me.”

In remembrance
…..My heart aches,
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The crushing blow my passions press,
My weakness or Divine harness;
The crush blow my soul withers,
My tender state or my mourner.
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Suffering is purest form of adoring expression.
Crosses purify, harness human spirit,
Turn it into something most exemplary, exquisite:
Most refined gold to be offered, reserved for the most precious Guest.
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ACCORDING to your wish, your sincerity,
Your true and only desire,
Which is HIM.
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My love, my first love, so special,
Had opened the heart of my soul,
Pristine, it was reserved for the divine,
With all romantic tender feelings of a human.
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My beloved sister, only He can fill, only He can heal,
Your broken heart,
Your lonely,
Your desolate
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