To the one who breaks the covenant—
Recall the dreams of before:
True love, a babe cradled by the Divine,
Unconditionally held.
He knew you would heed His sacred call,
Willed to rise and follow His command.
With every breath, your True Self whispers, "I love you, "
Through deeds that honor your ancient vow.
Yet your False Self, time and again,
Shelves that promise—cast aside, forgotten.
Still, His love keeps the flames alive,
Burning brightly within your heart.
Each day, a light is reborn,
Brighter than it was before.
Even the sun pales in the sky,
Beside the warmth ignited within—
The grace of your True Self.
The Divine, your essence, renders you pure,
Slaying the double-minded self within.
MyKoul
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