Mic
Hail
Rough
Hail
A body made from the undying devotion was to be forgotten
Built by the memory of devotion's husband.
A swaying heritage
Under the surface
Resting
On a sleepy cloud made of forceful courage.
Her voice
The forest hovering
Above
and all of life
Hanging
From her glass lips of
The worldly wife.
Her weightless gold of skin
Running,
My saviour is a Queen.
Precious beyond anything,
Hey! her love is in everything.
Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 11:39 PM UTC
Mic
Hail
Rough
Hail
A body made from the undying devotion was to be forgotten
Built by the memory of devotion's husband.
A swaying heritage
Under the surface
Resting
On a sleepy cloud made of forceful courage.
Her voice
The forest hovering
Above
and all of life
Hanging
From her glass lips of
The worldly wife.
Her weightless gold of skin
Running,
My saviour is a Queen.
Precious beyond anything,
Hey! her love is in everything.
© Teri Darlene Basallote Yeo
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