Liza Sud

Easter 7 - Poem by Liza Sud

What I give you always - is Myself.
Anything for you I do not mind to spare.
Such a Holy Love and saint embrace
Is to give you everything without a trace.

I forgive you everything of Love.
Boundless My love, without vestiges.
From celestial latitude unbound -
I'm coming down to you in centuries.

Topic(s) of this poem: easter

Comments about Easter 7 by Liza Sud

  • David Wood (9/8/2015 5:25:00 AM)

    To give and not to count the cost, that's true love. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 7, 2015

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