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'Twas Love—not me—
Oh punish—pray—
The Real one died for Thee—
Just Him—not me—
Such Guilt—to love Thee—most!
Doom it beyond the Rest—
Forgive it—last—
'Twas base as Jesus—most!
Let Justice not mistake—
We Two—looked so alike—
Which was the Guilty Sake—
'Twas Love's—Now Strike!
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Comments2Just read "Twas Love—not me" and wow, this poem is deep. Like when it says "The Real one died for Thee— / Just Him—not me—" it makes me think about how much love someone has to have to make such sacrifices. I'm just a student doing hw but it felt nice reading this and getting a break from all the math problems lol.
Not as captivating now as in my youth.