circuitous love

I saved your mother's heart, little one
and so to save yours too
that one day when 
you're wondering alone
be reminded god's love for you

so wait, though it terry
it tarry not in vain
providence she surely marches 
though, granted, through waves of pain

if I love, there is love
and love shall visit you
in sacrifice of self you'll find him
and love will save you too

—for Annabelle's future broken heart