Inlove With Three Sisters
Will it be wrong if i a lay man
proclaim love to three sisters of
noble blood and they indeed
love me in return?
Will it be wrong, for even
there father loved it so,
encourageing me to love them
with body, spirit and soul
The first of which i don't deserve.
The second of which i crave
for in every thought
and third i cannot live without.
With them, i lay aside all i held dear.
They are but every sane man's dreams
and wish for which diligently,
they seek.
Should the glory of there
name be hidden like the seed beneath?
Like there father fondly call
them, i also call them
Grace.
Mercy.
Peace.
poem by Enebeli Ifyprada
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