The Birthplace Of My Poetry Poem by Royston Allen

Unknown to me this event was to be
the beginning of God working in me.
For in Wales a seed was sown you see
that introduced me to poetry.

There we three contented ourselves to dine
talking and sharing some cheese and wine.
We even spoke about the three types of love
eros, phile and agape from God above.

And then when browsing in the village shop
a small ceramic pot caused me to look and stop.
'To the one I love, ' was inscribed in blue
'If I could choose again, I'd still choose you.'

Yes, I thought, I would still choose my Dot
So I bought it there and then on the spot.
That's what I did as a present my love for you
the irony of it all is that Suki bought one too!

The week came to an end with no grave consequence
I packed my bags to come home to my lovely wench.
I was conscious of what could have been done
and was so glad to get off the coach and run

But I am who I am and the flesh still fails
I only partially learned the lesson from Wales.
Satan did not give up and sought to have his way
just a few months down the line to my dismay.

But God was determined to complete His plan.
Much more was in store for this wretched man.
He cut so deep in my soul causing me to write
a graphic poem that kept me awake all night.

This poem brought such sobs and tears of sorrow
and true repentance in its wake would follow.
And now I'm determined by grace from above
to love you as God intends me too my love.