Love Sonnet 100

Love Sonnet 100 sonnet poems

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My God, thanks for the love You brought my way,
Also, for joys received as caring grows,
Should harsher times make me recall this day,
These too, become moments unfazed by woes;
Thanks for the gardens made lush by Your rains,
And for the weeds, I tolerate at last,
For sure, Your wisdom grants them there for gains,
I see now roses fairer by contrast;
But You bestowed blessings though I am blind
To good intentions Divine Will destines,
And I’m doubly grateful that now I find,
Much more goodness than all my heart opines;
……And though Your sun may set, from day exiled,
…..You always send the moon, have us beguiled.

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♪ ♫ Well, I guess, it could be said that if my knowledge and wisdom were converted to wealth, I may humbly say, in all honesty, that I am not a millionaire. But if out of my two cents, you would agree to accept one of it, then, I could proudly say, in all modesty, that I have done charity.♥
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Kavita Jaitly
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That’s a beautiful poem. Emotional and encouraging indeed.

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