POEM

My Secret Admirer

I am secretly admired by an awesome being
From creation to time immemorial, it may seem
Day by day the feeling remains pure and true
No matter what I may say or what I may do

I learnt about this secret admirer by chance
I yearn to gaze at his face or for one glance
He said, Dear your name is written on my hand
My love poured as blood with unending passion

You see he knew me before I was even born
His eyes are upon me from evening to morn
The hairs on my head, he took time to number
He watches over me when I sleep or slumber

Who is this person so loyal and ever present
He said I see your wrongs, but only repent
The unconditional love for me is limitless
My secret admirer is Jesus, did you guess?

Irma Christiana Balfour

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