Are My Glasses Scratched?

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    Are My Glasses Scratched?

    My hair’s wigged out, I’m overweight, I do not have a job.
    I burp a lot and bite my nails, I feel that I’m a slob.
    But he loves me, I don’t know why…someone open his eyes
    So he will truly see how I am, that I am not a prize.
    I nag a lot, I must confess, I know every one of his faults.
    When I say to jump really high…he does somersaults.
    Tell me for what reason does he love me…am I blind to a truth?
    I’ve changed so much from the very day when I was just a youth.
    Silly man of God, I love you so! I no longer want to see…
    Then I should only feel with my heart – to love you for eternity.

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    Agape’s Poems (14)

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