Random Love Poem by George the Great VIII

Random Love



Like an unborn
Whose destiny is near
Delightful intrepidity
I am lost in this underhand
World full with love.
Yours, primitive
Of a signal that modify
Everything include God.

I take, and only in such
Closure, I let myself to you.
Be gentle, yet hold
The tiny body I become
Providing all the hope
For which both of us
Are seeking.

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