The Only Gift From Hell Poem by Oliver Clarke
The Only Gift From Hell
My hands are getting colder,
This is no disease,
Love is slowly killing me,
It will not set me free.
Love is the only gift,
That ever came out of hell,
Is this how it’s supposed to be?
Or did Satan not read the instructions so well.
Guidelines to life,
Let’s learn how to love,
Love is something you cannot teach,
It does not come from up above.
It does not end with a broken heart,
A shattered mind that won’t quite start,
I don’t know what to say love is,
Although I know, that it is this.
I recommend this because it is unique among the things I have read on love. I guess if you have nothing else to do with your life, you might want to spend a day or two contemplating this psychology. GW62
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4/24/2024 11:02:50 PM # 1.0.0.1119
For so I me reason I really like this one! Bravo! But, think you may have that gift of love thing from Hell all mixed up? The only one who can and did give the greatest of sacrifice of love was our Christ Jesus. But otherwise, neat poem. God Bless, Linda