Sonnet 56, I Am Nothing... Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I am nothing, just a sand corn I suppose:
A greyish stone in God's glorious amaze,
Narrowed road people walk about their ways,
In endless time: the ever fading rose.
So hold me close and keep away from foes,
For without you I have no other face,
You are my chain of the unbroken lace,
Giving me hope where the feeling all goes.
For each of us, we need to have and hold,
Someone who believes in our doings here,
Or otherwise we would perish like dust.
If you feel this, you have to love twofold,
And though you are distant you are as near,
As the breath of love, as life, is a must.