The Perfect Gift by Karen Carrington
The perfect gift is what you’ve given me. Your careless actions have enlighten me to see. That you’ve never been honest, never been sincere. Being with you, I’m living in fear. I’ve trusted you with my life, even got up the nerve and became your wife. But thank God Almighty he has captured my soul. Opened my eyes even made me bold. Now I’m honest to the fact that I’m not looking back. I’m taking my hurt, and getting back on track. Back to life, back to me, your precious gift has helped me to be. Not so naïve further down the road. Opening your gift has released a load. I’m free of the hurt, free of the pain. Your precious gift has allowed me to gain. Appreciation for myself, a sense of joy from my soul. Your gift has made me realize I’m worth more than gold. So I thank you my precious love for your precious gift. The one and only present you’ve ever given me. Has given me the strength to set myself free....
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