Vanity.. Poem by Sharon Smith
Vanity..
Oh but my pen doesn't feel as my heart..
Words be vanity..as there are none that can say
Let my soul rise above..let it do its part..
Let the depths of my heart pave the way
Love..most powerful..with strength above all..
filled to spillage..overflow..it does spill..
My very essence..yes..in sweet Love does it fall..
at Your Command..Your delight..and Your Will.
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