Posted by Poetic Rambler on July 06, 2000 at 09:55:46:
There once was a boy
Who sent me roses
And cooked for me.
And I thought this was love.
But the food has long since been eaten,
The roses gone,
And so is the boy who said he wouldn't forsake me.
Yet I have found true Love
In my Lord Saviour.
Far more nourishing than food,
More exquisite than roses.
And I know now what it's like
To not be Forsaken.