Diatelle

God

it’s true;

I love You.

But does it show?

God, does your light shine through?

Do any but my closest friends know?

Daily I promise You my heart, then go

scattering my hours in idleness, dear God.

I dream of Heaven, but seek things below;

earthly treasures that shine and glow.

I need to be with You

so that you’ll know

I love you.

I do,

God.

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The diatelle is a strict poem style based on both syllables and rhyme but not meter.  I tried to type out the form but hit a wrong key and erased it.  Blah.  When typed centered on a page it forms a diamond shape.  Fun. 

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