Walking in tattered clothes, shaded as fashion,
Dancing in happiness, masqueraded with great sadness,
Thinking, I was doing all things with passion,
Because, I made me think I was far from madness,
Though with a make up of smile, but weakened heart,
Until I met my first love.
The struggle was real,
Though I had the zeal.
The journey was long, and boring,
And there were times I kept crying.
Trying so hard to look above,
But, all I had to do was trust my first love
Smiling through the storm when I had no idea of the outcome.
All I could do was look to Him for who I'd become.
I care not what the past brought, nor the future holds.
I just share in the moment, the moment He upholds.
Because I am in the arms of my first love.
©julliepoet
©julliepoet
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