Love’s Touch

Love's Touch by Fedora Loves Poetry Picture by William Stitt

I have a love
His touch springs up
Butterflies in my tummy
Just thinking about him
Brings a smile to my face

In my eyes he is wonderfully
And perfectly made
His flaws are his crowns of glory
Shining through as he conquers them
For he is not his flaws
And they are not who he is

For nothing made so perfectly by God
With such a pure heart
Could ever be looked upon
As something bad

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