Seven

My poems are for the few
Lasting impressions like the dew
Entering silence like a lamb
Sacrificed for the Great I Am

If you knew the end would come soon
Truly waste not and let me swoon
Your beauty and your fame
You are no mere dame

This love I have begins with God
Everything to be given laud
For all He has done for you
But you in your ignorance sue

Not against you when there is war
Love you because you swore
To love like no other
This love will never smother

If you only paid attention to the words
Are not to be consumed like curds
Rather eaten like bread from Heaven
Something about the number Seven

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