O Wondrous One! Aid Me!
Minister to my needs.
I only seek to honor
That flower 'mong the weeds
Whose goodness has brushed
This wicked heart of mine,
And caused my eyes to see
That Divine Plan of Thine
Which unites man with woman
And woman with a man,
To join their lives together
Through guidance of Your Hand.
O Wondrous One! Aid Me!
The words I cannot find
Which sincerely serve to paint
This queen of womankind.
The grace of Aphrodite,
The beautiful rainbow,
The sweetness of honey,
Or the purity of snow;
Each fails in its mission
To metaphorically portray
The virtues of this angel
Whose smile lights my day.
O Wondrous One! Aid Me!
I loved him. At age twelve he touched my heart with his music. At age twenty he captured my heart when our eyes met as he sat on a stage and sang Four months later, he fractured my heart with his refusal to allow us to stay together. At age seventy
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