For better or for worse I will always be there
Thank you for your love, thank you for your care
I promise I will be good in all ways
For you are my world, you bright my days
In pain or in sorrow, in happiness
I will be by your side wading out any sadness
For you my love, I give you my all
Whenever you need me, just dial a call
I am blessed to have you by my side
Oh yes, you ignite my soul being its guide
The trust I have in you shall always remain
As my past was full of regret and pain
I promise to love you till death do us apart
You are the one that rules over my heart
Every breath I take, every move I make
Every thought that strikes, its you I take
You are my start, and you are my end
For God has blessed me to take your hand
Here my love, I give you my vows today
I will always love you like I do on this day...
I can't stop thinking about you;
With eyes closed, it's your face I see—
Those smiles, to whom I will give all
A moment, forever I'll keep
I can't stop singing about you;
With lips closed, I whisper your name—
Those ears, to whom I will confess
A truth, forever I will keep
I can't stop dreaming about you;
With my heart open, you came in—
Those arms, to whom I will surrender
A lady, forever I will keep.
"We're destined together"
Words loosely, and yet famously said
We choose a collective destiny
Have we forgotten that our individual purposes
Intend for us, destinies, uniquely?
It's highly probable we're not forgetting individual destiny,
But what have we considered?
Is it that we're going to fuse our individualities
And embrace a collective destiny?
Or is it that we're going to dare ourselves
And rise up above our diverse purposes?
The latter, does it, in any way
Make us be destined together?
What is the destiny of mankind
United in promise and vow?
If our destiny isn't our only Creator!
Please, I beg.
I can't deal with another
You're my irreplaceable.
My favorite human being
But I'm replaced so easily.
And I feel it pierce my soul
I knew the day would come
You would come find me
As it had been said in HIS Word
So pictures I dreamt of what
You should look like
What I like and want to see
In the one who shall come
To find the good thing that I am
I saw you in every guy, tall and slim
Skin a shade or two lighter than mine
Oh and that one guy who was a shade
Darker, loving and good, intelligent too
I saw you in their voices, sometimes their words,
And actions until I did not anymore
It was love, my kind of love, their kind of love
And it was over every single time
I had had it, this last heartbreak
I swear shattered my rib cage
So I stopped trying to find you
Before you found me
I stopped trying to find you
And begun to find me for you
Digging deep within for the virtues
That I know HE embedded in me
Not just for my satisfaction, but for multiplication
And HIS glorification
Now I know the day is near
That day set for you to find me
Just as in HIS prophesy, I
Got your message
Loud and clear
I anticipate your arrival with
Faith and prayers to last
A lifetime together
In the love birthed
Just for us
©Belema .S. Ekine
A ready mind becomes
to shatter my
The past is but a mirror,
yet through it
I see clearer,
a wound deep carved
In ways, it's never
Renew your vows,
as the wolf howls,
and now your spirit
burns this hide.
Again, again with
you needn't see,
you're not danger
A ready mind endures
it hides away the wounds
An eerie call,
some words begin
but focus for it's time,
the black crow is perched
Embrace the thought
in ways we're free
Us differ from
no masters here, no slaves
My ready mind
with need to help
A shadow in the night
this lonely wish for just
So what if death is mine
a peacful mind is born
if my example stays
Running like young eyes
where falling mists have trailed sultry lips
over brimming fields of steepled flame,
tears of laughter transform translucent snapshots
Flushed cheeks glow brilliantly against trampled strands,
a meadow's mane ruffled by anxious feet,
(combed through life and seasons reaping hand.)
Seeping earth, where soiled doves lay, skin pale
pricked by heavens torrential sighs.
Await my love.
See billowing clouds, as feathers filter light,
the winter steals a kiss, a promise.
The bitter wind is a passionate Heathcliff
wary of Catherine's simple dress.
Still, her ethereal garb beckons his perusal.
He drives the mighty storm to her door.
Watch how snow lists gently down
welcoming vows and stowing secrets
beneath an icy glaze.
Tranquility would never be complete
without the sharp slap of weeping