When my telephone rings,
I feel warm and happy,
When a text message comes,
I feel warm and happy,
I know it's you,
I know the love you'll give,
The comfort and the pleasure,
The joy of life to live.

I never looked,
I never searched,
For i never thought I'd find,
But then i looked,
And then i saw,
What i never thought I'd find.

Finding you is finding hope,
Finding love and living dreams,
You hold me close,
I feel your heart,
You ******* lips,
Hope we won't part,
Finding you is finding me,
Finding you is finding love.

I never looked,
I never searched,
For i never thought I'd find,
But then i looked,
And then i saw,
More than i dreamed i would find.

I will be the barricade,
I'll be the fence when they attack,
My blood will flow; red and slow,
Tears won't be shed by me,
I'll stand tall with dignity,
Even when down on my knees,
My spirit will fly,
When others say i'm wrong,
Still i'm prepared to die!

The above poem is based on a speech delivered from the dock by Nelson Mandela at the Rivonia Treason Trial, 20 April 1964. Below is a small section of that inspirational speech,
'I have fought against white *******, and i have fought against black *******. I have cherished the ideal of a democratic and free society in which all persons live together in harmony and with equal opportunities. It is an ideal which i hope to live for and to achieve. But if needs be, it is an ideal for which i am prepared to die.'

Refuse to believe the truth,
Like a vial of honesty,
An itchy hand - a broken roof.

Like a tile of lead falling,
And rain crumbling,
Like the land crying for help and calling.

Wine fuelled disposition,
A craving for a pause,
A moment in my world; life's intermission.

Look at the eyes,
They tell a story,
A puddle of tears,
Or,
A smile of glory,
A deeper stare of pain,
A look that can floor me.

He’s pretty,
As we lay next to each other,
He’s pretty,
As we make love all through the night,
He’s pretty.
As we kiss in the morning shine,
He’s pretty.

Cheer me up with your caress,
Embrace my body and kiss me deep,
Then let me enjoy your tasty treat,
A flowing juice of passion sweet,
Before we melt like ice cream warm,
And meld to one steaming form.

Your hands are soft,
Your voice is rich,
Your nails are sharp,
Call me your *****,
Your love is strong,
Your heart is pure,
Your teeth sink deep,
Make me your cure.

Cheer me up with your embrace,
Caress my torso and lick my bone,
As I release my salty delight,
And roll your body hard all night,
Feeling your sweaty, toned, smooth chest,
Cheer me up and never rest.