The True Dove of Love Is with Me

I am lost in my terrible dreams.

My life is in horrid screams.

My family is in desperate need,

Of some kinda deep feed.

Some are here and some are there,

They are scattered everywhere.

I move once and I move twice.

I move again and again but it does not stop at thrice.

Did my God lead me here for a good reason?

Or is this just another dead stop yet in the season?

I have heard that life is what you make of it,

I say that life is what it makes of you.

I walk down the curvy road not being misfit,

Being TRUE as I can be, that is who.

Yahweh is with me,

That I can feel,

Like a fish I be,

Caught on the reel...

...Of,

Love!

This poem is for you,

Enjoy fellow readers of few!