Wrath Of A Lover Poem by Felicia Ahamefule

Wrath Of A Lover



The times i experienced his wrath
ached like hot water in a bath
then i knew love had more path

Though the path to love misguide
my hurt pride i manage to hide
I'm sure to take a shield next time i ride

Of cause his bride i am to be
and to my needs will he provide
and my heart his love reside
but my wish his wrath subside

Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: pride
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