A Soul's Resemblance
by Antoinette Kopperfield — Read all 219 poems by Antoinette Kopperfield
Saturday, June 4, 2005
Trying to befriend my past,
or face the haunting truth
I never loved my self before
or gave my soul its worth
I never saw beyond the door
of light to let me in
I only saw the garden gate
with thorns from rose's stems
I sat beneath the stars of night
and looked for answers then
and never knew the answers lie
forgiving sins of man
I dreamt of love to carry me
to places far and wide
and then I woke to find his face
resemblant of mine
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