PHOENIX

He gave her love,
She gave above.
She became his glove,
Pure as a dove.

He gave a lot,
She took a lot.
She saw his fault,
Clear as a dot.

He had his fix,
She tried to fix.
She changed like a remix,
Old as a Phoenix.


- The Lady



      “That the trial of your faith, being much more precious than of gold that perisheth, though it be
      tried with fire, might be found unto praise and honour and glory at the appearing of Jesus Christ:”
                                                                     ‭‭1 Peter‬ ‭1:7‬