The Extraordinary - Poem by Juliet Languedoc
I am the extraordinary chord
you can really afford.
I am unique, patient, pure, and secure.
I am amazingly stirring, eager
and clever; honest, enduring,
and tender forever.
What do you mean?
I am still in a dream.
I am concern not
Well, that is not a challenge,
you could definitely manage;
all because, I am not of any baggage.
I am the extraordinary chord, the
Love of God.
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