Subjunctive

my gift of love

poem by Ruth Salles

If I wanted be friend,
be comfort, be shelter,
I would give my hand soon
to my brother.

that I feel, the Lord,
the good that comes to us
of the force of love.

when i think
that I am seed
that God planted,
for you to grow
in light and in bloom,
I will stay
very happy,
oh yes i will!
May it bloom like this
my gift of love!

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