If you harbour the littlest doubt

It’s unwise to sweep into his plan

For who knows what it’s all about

It may all be whims that in time will pan


Are you just a little gullible

Or is it your believe in fate?

Having faith that it’s possible

That one day your tears will abate


My friend I wish you’ll be well

With leisure and pleasure in equal measure

That all your days will be swell

When he realises in you much to treasure


Prople say hope springs eternal

Actions and promises are not external

Feelings of love is internal

For innermost thoughts there’s always the journal


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