My Soul Mate - Poem by Royston Allen
Dear soul mate of my life it is so good to share with you
the things that nobody else is aware of that I do.
Secrets I’ve told to Christ alone those things that hurt Him too,
but is it still fair to also share these secrets with you?
I've seen the anguish my sharing brings to you my dear
the tears portraying your sorrow, the pain and the fear.
It's made me realize for the very first time in my life
the unforgiveable pain they bring you, my lovely wife.
It all seems like a bag of ugly worms before me now.
I wish that I could change myself and make amends somehow
and I have been to the feet of Jesus to start afresh,
wanting to love you more and to deserve your faithfulness.
One word from you will end it all and silence will remain.
If it’s too difficult let me know and I’ll spare the pain.
I'll cease the sharing of these wretched secrets in my life
and spare the pain and the woe that it brings my loving wife.
I've been so foolish and there’s nothing I can say to you
I’m the man I am and I'm sorry for the things I do.
I've only partly loved you as my wife the years gone past
and I desire to love you with a true love that will last.
I have never known loves power before I must admit
such love is so new to me but now that I've tasted it.
My dear, please help me walk this difficult repentant road
for I can’t walk on my own and carry this awful load.
What we have both been going through this past few days
is so awful and bizarre, and caused by my wicked ways.
Travelling this switchback road we have descended so low
falling from the heights of bliss to those dreadful depths of woe.
I would still want to have you as the soul mate of my life,
to love you as you deserve for you're my wonderful wife.
My dear, you are the sweetheart of my soul and my helpmeet.
You’re the only one for me for you make my life complete.
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