God's GiftA Poem by Angel BluestockingWhy do we give so freely that God gave? It's not Life, I meant Love. We give it so freely that there comes a time that you were mistaken to give it.
Nowadays, Love isn't given value. It only became a word; a vocabulary. Used everyday without knowing the true weight of what that word meant.
Love is like a gift. When new, its valued and everywhere with you. But when there's something else that's new... The old gift becomes a junk. Something not to give care for. Something so easily discarded. © 2011 Angel Bluestocking |
StatsAuthorAngel BluestockingQUEZON CITY, National Capital Region, PhilippinesAboutA quote from the child I that used to be, "Writing is my medium and reading is my sanctum." more..Writing
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