by LaShawnda Jones
I once loved With a purity of Hope Before My love was tested For conditions By one who Sought to break me Now I love with an Expectation To be hurt He meant me no good So he presented no Goodness to me Interesting I didn’t see that when I saw us This is why the world has A shortage of Lovers Those who love openly Are hated viciously By those they bare their Hearts to And each time the Lovers Choose to love again They are aware Their love is poured from a Tainted and ruptured vessel From which it takes Longer to give And is harder to receive This less pure More defined Conditional love Hopes for little and Expects the worse The Lovers become less willing To love those who don’t Love them And that’s how the Lovers disappear from the earth“People will hate you, shut you out, insult you, and say you are evil because you follow the Son of Man. But when they do, you will be blessed. Be full of joy at that time, because you have a great reward in heaven. ~ Luke 6:22-23, NCV
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