He loved me through it all
With every stumble, every fall
He simply made me stand tall
And loved me through it all
∴
Unfailing, whenever I call
He became my all in all
Even in sorrow of my own fault
Still he loved me through it all
∴
Though heaven and earth
May pass away
His promise to love I know for sure
That since he has called me his beloved
He will love me through it all.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
There’s always room for more poetry about love — and @vijayasundaram2015‘s prompt, Beloved, invites you to take a fresh stab at a timeless topic.
”Thank you Vijaya” 🙂