Her Eternal Love Poem by Lesa MRK

I'd hate to be in a situation,
Where one must take and never give,
For I am the kind who loves giving,
So that others may live.

I have known someone with this problem-
It plagues her proud soul.
She tries to reach up toward the stars,
But is always driven from her goal.

She longs for something better-
More worthwhile than what she has.
She longs to escape the mistakes,
The many debts from her past.

She hasn't seen what I've seen,
And she hasn't chose to know,
All she has forsaken,
By drowning in her woe.

If she would only visualize,
The sweetness in her life,
And forget the regrets,
Which destroy the peace with strife.

She's given of herself,
Three children from her womb,
Molded from her spirit,
To brighten her dark gloom.

She has something special,
That many never have....
Emotions money cannot buy,
And such sweet emotions,
Can never go or die.

She has given to her children,
So she mustn't be sad.
She's sacrificed from her life,
To make her children glad.

Now she must struggle,
To rise to her great height,
And achieve her every dream,
To gain strength and might.

Someday she'll achieve,
All she's dreaming of,
But meanwhile she will give to her children....
Her eternal love.