By: KHAIRI JANBEK.
Between heaven and hell, I have often strolled
In a life which in it, nothing was ever bold.
When the devil bargained, for my heart to be sold
Your love was revealed to me, and I was forward called
In all the fury of hell, I'd still be always cold
The only warmth I have, is in your hands which I hold
I have heard many words of wisdom, both new and old
As well as words of affection, praise, as well as scold
But I shall remain determined, to break the last mold
Even if my life unravels, and my end begins to unfold
In our hearts the Almighty, endless love he has doled
His loving words to us, are the last things to be told.
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