The Lasting Amity ,

Our is different,

The carol of love she sang,

Thou maketh me euphoric and blissful, this peace of mine is great and touching.

Thou prevent me from dishonor and pains,

Thou has created faith, with thee I believe there is love. But we are dead to it.

Once in life time call, once we chart, long we go. Where there is love there is God.

When we meet, love we express. When we depart, love we impaired. Ours is very different because we are dead to it.

Fate thou are great, promises we probate, fulfilling we contend. The creator of seen and unseen, this love is hidden and gamble.

Longest time now our chant, separation,afar in mine. Our is different, because we are dead to it. Words to express the believe we have, confusion at times,is love really a game play ?, Trouble that loomed, hearts that broke,our s is very different because we are dead to it .

©David Felix