My woeful self that did he touch <br />and grant me freedom on suffering much <br />Famine left in withered flower <br />Lo, nature hath charmed empower <br />Sleep no more thy broken bosom <br />On each cheek a river flows from <br />In the midst of the storm that rages <br />You are always there through out the ages <br />Bringing new life to the withered rose <br />Beholding to thy repose<br /><br />JoJo Bean<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beholding-2/
