Because God loves me

Why should it matter, if I smile or I frown?
Why should you worry if I'm high or I'm down?
Why should you care about my broken heart?
Because you never saw me, not once, from the start.

Why should the sun rise for me everyday?
Why should I breathe the clean air anyway?
Why should I get more than I deserve?
Why should God share with me His boundless love?

Where?

Came to me in the thunderstorm.

Where is the rain that the thunder should come from?
Where is the rain that should dampen the land?
Where is the rain in the height of a wind storm?
Where is the rain that should fall from God's hand?

A sonnet! At long, long last.

A sonnet! At last.
Oh what is love, that a writer can try
So much as to describe the depth of love?
A force that stands e'en when the oceans dry
Strong as the trees, yet gentle as a dove.
She walks in my mind every time I hear
The rustling of leaves at a gust of wind
But who would know, my love is now my fear
Doomed as a mouse in a falcon's claws pinn'd.
Oh who can tell that girl of how I feel?
Or send me back the heart she took from me
How can she ever know my heart is real
Unless someone or something tells it thee?
But how can love, from joy, give birth to pain?
The answer comes - when love is but in vain.

What Poetry Can Describe... Everything ---

From colours and landscapes to everyday life,
From joy to confusion to deep painful strife.
Daybreak to sunset to sparkling night sky,
A dolphin's first song to an eagle's harsh cry.

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Thinking of poems until i die.
hahaha...
Believe it or not, I wrote this while composing a Literature essay!