I will not be fooled
He loves me;
I know by every 'honey-
and the lips on my forehead'
By the way his eyes smiles at me-
I know he is drawn to the shipwreck
He took charge of the sea'
He shone in me
My heart is happy
His presence is an extreme privilege'
While I try to behold the 'eternity
He show'd me the best of what love can'be
He took charge of the sea'
And filled the vast ocean with his generous wine
That nature hath align'd
And I drank like a fith'
These graces shall endure
Eternal, constant, pure
A joy, unknown to kings;
For he who leaves the passage free - to love
Shall let in 'all the reft;
And in the night, when the lamp swang a little too low
I yawn and sleepily pull myself to him
Nestled up by his glorious lanate chest
I slumber'
And then,
I woke up'
On the other side-
Of the road to Memphis'
So we live - as now we live - to be
Mean while
We will live together
In the verses of my poésies'
Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 11:08 AM UTC
I will not be fooled
He loves me;
I know by every 'honey-
and the lips on my forehead'
By the way his eyes smiles at me-
I know he is drawn to the shipwreck
He took charge of the sea'
He shone in me
My heart is happy
His presence is an extreme privilege'
While I try to behold the 'eternity
He show'd me the best of what love can'be
He took charge of the sea'
And filled the vast ocean with his generous wine
That nature hath align'd
And I drank like a fith'
These graces shall endure
Eternal, constant, pure
A joy, unknown to kings;
For he who leaves the passage free - to love
Shall let in 'all the reft;
And in the night, when the lamp swang a little too low
I yawn and sleepily pull myself to him
Nestled up by his glorious lanate chest
I slumber'
And then,
I woke up'
On the other side-
Of the road to Memphis'
So we live - as now we live - to be
Mean while
We will live together
In the verses of my poésies'
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