Unconditional Love Poem by Trevor Schulte

I see but a poor reflection,
as I stare into the mirror.
Seeing an impure man
with nothing to hold but fear.
I stand here wondering how I could
be loved with such deep affection.
Knowing that a murderer like me
doesn't even deserve a reflection.
How could the man I killed,
love me to death?
How could this man forgive me
with His final breath?
He gave every ounce of strength,
to inspire my heart to go the length.
The answer to my question,
no one will probably understand.
The only thing I can comprehend
is that my wrong is written in sand.