He's Able

To be frank my love is fragile
It's not as free as I thought
Although my adoption is final
Agape, I am not able

The adoration of The One
A gift given so freely
Yet, I choose to not mirror it
Because my funk has depleted me

The apples I chose to eat
Has sent me off the cliff
But He pulled the rug from under death
So He's able able able to free my fragile heart

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  2. I need a name for this poem. so what do you got :)

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