Poets write about their loves
The whole world for to share.
I found the girl with whom their loves
Have nothing to compare.

Lonely and alone was I,
Burdened with my cares.
Looking upward to the sky,
I prayed unanswered prayers.

For many years I searched the world
Through all my grief and strife,
Until the Lord His plan unfurled--
She came into my life.

No words, so often used to tell
Of loves of men suffice.
Yet, Einstein's words are proven true --
"Our God does not play dice."

Copyright © 1997 by Randal A. Burd, Jr.

Publications: Abilene, TX: The Golden Wings of Time, Creative Arts & Science Enterprises, 1997

Author's Note: Poems viewed here are the latest versions and are not necessarily word-for-word as published.