"correlate" poems
From the ashes I descend,
Rising among the flames,
As shades of red.
Orange and yellow,
Blend within the explosion,
Of my rebirth,
Claiming my life force once more.
My deep hazel eyes,
Drenched in golden brown,
Surrounded by a burst of jade,
Speckled with dark green,
Reveal my humility,
Compassion and genuine kindness,
Allowing you to behold,
The window to my soul.
The vessel,
Containing my spirit,
Conflicts with the feminine demeanor,
Exposing sincerity,
Comforting hands of a care-giver,
The voice of loyalty,
Gently escaping lips,
Tears of empathy,
Seeping with understanding,
Kisses of affection,
As soft spoken words,
Depict desires,
Hopes and the warmth,
Of pure love.
Mystery envelops my origin,
Becoming a mystical being,
With the ability to heal,
The potential to inspire,
Living proof of an alleged myth,
Yielding in protection,
As my plethora of feathers,
Shield the individuals I adore,
From darkness,
Attempting to swallow the light,
We yearn to discover.
Blind Thoughts of denial,
Shall forsake your eyes,
If you pass judgment,
Upon me,
For my cloak of skin,
Concealing my true beauty.
As a Phoenix,
I refuse to watch,
The children of diversity,
Suffer degradation,
Living in fear of discrimination,
Stifling the right to love another,
To dress in garments,
That correlate the body with the mind.
I shall rage to cease,
The hands of violence leaving bruises,
Ignorance stripping,
Breaths of air from a pair of lungs,
As homophobia,
Transphobia, and intolerance,
Deplete individuality from a heart,
Deserving liberty,
The pursuit of happiness,
A chance to survive.
The Earth returns my soul,
To reap the love,
Concealed in assumptions,
And sow acceptance into,
The fields of society,
As I continue,
To soar into a cerulean sky.
Jul 15, 2012
Jul 15, 2012 at 2:45 PM UTC
sext: wrap me in the blanket that's in the back seat of your car, call her while I'm staring into space, tell her you love her out of no where
sext: uuuuuuuuhhhhh......I don't want to move in with you
sext: I love you but I'm moving a thousand miles away
sext: I love you so I'm moving a thousand miles away
sext: I'm moving a thousand miles away BECAUSE I love you
sext: I want to bite off your tongue
sext: really bad
sext: you shouldn't have told her you love her when I was already off the ledge
sext: I'll bite your lip, it'll bleed, red will pour down your mouth and your clothes and your horns will poke through and BOOM! satan
sext: baby baby BABY you turn me on
sext: especially when your actions completely correlate with what I was always told not to do
sext: I was told not to do you, but, well....ok we were supposed to hangout at a park like this is a ******* indie movie but this cop told me that park was closed? I didn't know parks ******* close? so we met in a parking lot and you mentioned how your roommate wasn't home and la la la la LAAAAA, we ended up on your living room floor and the carpet was covered in my black lace
sext: I'm wearing high heels, tall ones. I'm 5' 11 1/2", you're, ummm...something. someone. oh yeah, I'm in love with you. well, I dunno about that anymore what's love? I defined it and it said "sext: an intense feeling of deep attachment". ah, ok, got it. I now understand you, love. this was supposed to be **** ya no, like me running down the back your legs in my red high heels, sending chills through your veins and breaking all of your bones. ****** **** right? **** I ruined it when I brought up love
sext: uh, it's been 3 days since we've talked. I know you said like 3 months ago that we needed to "draw new lines for each other" and "figure out how to have self control and not pounce the other when we're alone and I play smashing pumpkins" but we've ****** like what, 40 times since? and you told me you loved me and begged me not to leave soooooooo....? those lines need to be erased buddy boy
sext: uhg. you don't get it. I'm tired. got so drunk I could barely stand last night. slept for fourty minutes. then worked a thirteen hour shift. I'm sorry. give me a kiss. no? but this is supposed to be a sext?
sext: nothing you say is equivalent to a sext these days
sext: take your clothes off
sext: take your clothes off
sext: then take mine off
sext: then take mine off
sext: you wear mine, I wear yours
sext: jk babe the clothes are off we're ******* ******
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 3:44 AM UTC
I see my baby
Running up towards me
Her arms open
Flight in motion
She holds me tight
Her eyes goodnight
As she lets her body
embrace in my jolly
I look down
Her cheek roun'
kiss it with love
Everyone speaks of
I feel her toes curl
Squeeze me tighter in swirl
I Cuddle her heart
Remembering her start
Her arms around my neck
Begging for one more sec
Increasing her hold
As she senses my unfold
I correlate
Work can wait
This is what I live for
Precious moments galore
A purest love to share
With my koala bear
© Jl 2016
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 5:10 PM UTC
With no expectation all's novelty
The new patterns don't astound us
We can stay in the middle of the river with our heads above the water
And safely watch the coastline pass us by
The outside world an ocean of television static
The signals painting pictures of entropic holograms
That interlock and correlate
Until the ghosts of time are churning out
Like geese into a a tiny hole
In an orange plastic fence
Fleeing mischievous youngsters
Who love to watch them funneled in
Like grains of sand in an hourglass.
We too live in an hourglass
And the grains of sand empty out the bottom
Floating aimlessly through an unending void
And the ultimate improbability
Goes through the formality of actually occurring
When the grain of sand finds itself at the beginning
Passing once again through the hourglass
Undivided, indistinguishable
Nov 28, 2012
Nov 28, 2012 at 10:12 AM UTC
i guess whatever comes, i have to not only deal with
but accept, enjoy, and become conscious about
i don't need anybody
and the ones who say that are the ones who have people they need
even if they've read "freedom" by osho
i love this being named sabrina
i never asked for anything more than ****
but i got the heaven my mother speaks about after death
there's no heaven, but her existence sure is like no other
i don't mean to cause love
it just happens through our consciousness
and the way our minds work
they dont correlate, but just being makes it happen
and its lovely
more than lovely
more than red, cupid, and all that ****
no romantic love
it goes beyond that
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 12:21 AM UTC
Craving: Car-Rave-Ing: N;
1) An obsessive need or want for something.
2) To crave; a desire to have something right away.
Needless to say, I'll go another few minutes, hours, days, with what my therapist calls "a craving." It makes my skin crawl, my jaw clench, my heart race, I become restless. At that point, it's no longer mental.
All of my dreams are consumed by my own definition of happiness, no, ecstacy. But because my definition doesn't correlate with the american dream, my happiness must end in what they call "sobriety" and I have to deal with what my therapist calls "a craving."
The yellow bird I once had flew away, and like a light switch, emotion took it's place. I now have to feel which has always been, since day one, the exact reason I crave another reality. One like Alice In Wonderland, where no one else got to see. One like Limitless, where every one else got to see and wanted.
You asked me what they were like. And now you know.
THIS is a craving.
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 5:22 PM UTC
Wild fires are not meant to be beautiful yet we still fight the urge to climb to mountains ridge to get a better view and feel the heat of the flames on our cheeks to remind us of the same feeling on our cheeks when they told us they loved us. Yet we still can’t correlate that both are equally destructive.
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 11:34 PM UTC
More smoke than air in lungs if your a buyer.
More fire than water in blood if your a writer!
It's 4am, settle down, your not tired?
All that caffeine will shorten the time before you expire!
When the sun is up , I'm in my bed.
When the moon is up, I'm out my head.
Cabinets open, take the tie off the bread.
Twisted close, my nickname's ***** thread.
Cans over here. Cans over there.
Can you get out your recycled chair?
Spinning around, rolling eye glare.
Perched on a throne in a 4 walled lair.
Coordination of letters into a poetic diction.
Separate each word like fact from fiction.
Space things out; "and" "or" transition.
Correlate the points for a literary prediction.
Jun 3, 2013
Jun 3, 2013 at 9:21 AM UTC
Jade chains
Brace these
Wrists and ankles
Causing
Choked slowing of blood
Paling the skin
Emerald green
Vines curl their way
Up these legs and
Over these *******
Burning their
Verdant tongues
Through layer upon layer of skin
Making a natural
Painting
On this body
Small beetles
Crawl over and under
Dry leafs
Covering the
Decaying ground
Climb their way
Upward the curve
Of these thighs
Tickling the skin
With tiny antennas
Purple amethyst bacteria
Correlate
Coagulate swiftly
Over these
Toes and
Finger tips
Becoming hard
As dried
Star fish
Serpents slither
Hiss
Their moist tongues
Along these
Cracked lips
Dry
Uneven
Venom touched surfaces
These eyes
Wide and watchful
Eyes
Slowly decaying
Their edges becoming
Crusts of hard
Scales
Slowly closing
Forever
Never to see
The surrounding world’s
Vanity decay
Oct 7, 2012
Oct 7, 2012 at 10:39 PM UTC
Five. Cinco.
Half of the ten and a fifth of the twenty five. Mathematics are a funny subject, don't you think? Some man just made up letters to correlate with numbers to transcend to concepts that in all reality could mean nothing and the square root of a orangutan could actually be yellow.
I contemplate on that a lot, being the Grace that I am, wondering if what's real is real, if words are just words, or all they the pygmy hippopotamuses flying in my dreams. Anything is possible. Dreams could be reality, and reality could be a dream. Or maybe there is no such thing as realness, and everything is just madness.
I learned a lot from my friend the Mad Hatter, how to love, how to be disappointed, how to fall into a pit of despair and how to wear a hat like a ****** deviant and love it.
But the most important thing I learned is that sanity is very subjective, because what may seem totally sane to me, completely within the norm, may seem like complex incongruity to someone else. Maybe we're all mad. Maybe no one's mad. Maybe its just you, maybe its not you.
Special. That's another word that always got me, but I prefer to think in the realms that everyone is different. The world is in different shades and hues, none are ever quite the same, so why should people be that way?
But maybe yet again I'm only speaking in riddles and soliloquies and monologues and standing over all my conquests I am screaming my thoughts while they utter not a word, fearful of manic me.
I'd be afraid of manic me. She is quite the finger-twitching tyrant.
Words are words but are they real? Are they what you mean or are they just lies, lies, words that you scream until she dies, dies, and the world is at peace.
Oh, that's not right.
I once wrote a short poem similar to that I could recite by heart, but as my heart has changed the words become jumbled. Death creeps its way into lies, and heavy juxtaposition ***** with my meanings. Eating my words, until I am not a girl anymore, I am a leaf, or a bat, stuck in Wonderland until the end of my days.
Funny how Alice the savior became Alice the bat.
Wait, I'm not Alice, I'm Grace.
Oh, I do not know who I am anymore. And that is the tragic beauty of Wonderland. You just never know what, or who, tomorrow may bring.
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 4:57 PM UTC
I am a walking contradiction. I am two souls in
one body. Twins that never split in the womb,
born with two souls, two separate streams of
thought. Two twisted hearts but only one body,
one face, one voice.
On the surface I am Moriah, everything on the
outside is simple. Moriah is the face who advertises
the product. The Marlboro Man of the tobacco industry.
SHE is the tobacco industry, the evil secret no one can see,
the alter ego.
My actions, reactions, my outer surface does not
correlate to the world in my head. My mind is a
complex, infinite universe all of its own functioning
within this universe we call home. On the inside SHE
is angry, powerful, strong, reckless, primal. SHE doesn't
give a flying ****
On the outside I am sweet, powerless, weak, careful and
I care way too **** much. I am day, SHE is night.
I am a simple smile, a kind hello, the occasional laugh.
SHE is an evil grin, a cold **** you, the frequent thriller.
I take the snide remarks, close my lips and sink away.
On the inside SHE is screaming, ***** and throwing
fists. I am quiet and meek. SHE is loud and in your face.
I am plain.
SHE is vibrant.
Vanilla.
Habenero.
When the sun slips away and the world is asleep that is
when SHE is alive, a creature of the night. SHE calls to
me begging and pleading, "Let me out. I want to play."
SHE teases me and taunts me But I hold her down, shackled,
imprisoned. Locked her up and threw away the key. I must
find that key, I have to let her free.
I am so tired of holding her in, tired of looking for
a part of me I have been vainly searching for in a
broken idea of love. Only SHE can find the pieces
of my past that I left for dead.
Drowning my regret in a vast ocean of medicated
anxiety. Floating through this life with an eerie fog
clouding our withered hearts.
Empty nights spent lying awake. My heart strings
strum a soulful song as my father's faded touch creeps into
my mind. His words cling tightly like a noose around my neck,
suffocating me. The sick, twisted words, "I own you." slither and
hiss into my core. Nights spent with wrists aching for a razor
to open them up and release the heartache I have buried,
spilling regret and unsung apologies out into the world
like wandering spirits.
Only SHE can heal those wounds, replace the pieces of
me that I can't seem to bring myself to face.
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 4:59 PM UTC
You thought you'd left the days of make believe behind by the time you were nine.
And yet, years later, here you are
making yourself believe you'll be okay
so you can make your baby believe the same.
Somewhere along the way,
we seem to correlate imagination
with maturity.
But what if it has less to do with growing up and more to do with surviving?
What if it's a defense mechanism?
Jul 23, 2022
Jul 23, 2022 at 9:33 PM UTC
I do not know how to reconcile with state
Things are written already in book of fate
I know that I am just like particle to rotate
But because of my soul I always correlate
I am a person right from beautiful heaven
I traveled from skies like a beam, a beacon
I do not know how I managed from curtain
I came with specific aim and clear mission
God travels with me like tinkling of heart
I am on earth to stay and my stay so short
Even if I am a part but I am still poles apart
It is love at start it is love to stay and depart
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Dec 10, 2016
Dec 10, 2016 at 11:36 AM UTC
I'm wondering if the surface of our passions
is all that we've been scratchin.
We take small bites like rations
and always do it the same old fashion.
But the passion of sweaty spasms
that let us play Eve and Adam
get us by but I've fathomed
that our ******* are also our chasm.
So could that make a ****** cause fallout?
And if you were in need would you call out?
or would you hide it inside you like
the sympathy I have is all out?
I'll be honest: I never saw doubt til it hit like a bus,
but then again all that lust
usually comes with some trust
It's a must.
Somehow it's lackluster from something so wanderlust.
I dunno if confidants correlate to confidences
but the way that we've been feeling
couldn't be just coincidences.
and I'm not defenseless,
I've grown thick skin with thin pretenses.
so I wish you the very best
and I'd never wish any less,
you always got a place in my chest
but this thing is better off put to rest.
so its over, I'm going forward but behind me I won't find regret,
cause I'll still be having good times but the old ones I won't forget.
Listen here. --> https://soundcloud.com/m_c_vegh/a-parting-of-ways
Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 10:04 PM UTC
I believe that all of these different forms are also the human mind, but that being said, where would these personality traits stem from if not from the mind? I believe that there was influence. These "gods" Could be GOD in the spirit realm evolving throughout space and time as we continue to evolve and that we are what the spirit/dream realm manifest into. We are more than we know and God made it that way for us to ascend to him with adventure . I believe in something I can't quite define yet, but it's something of a blend between eastern and western philosophy. Western is very left brain and useful for foundation, and creating the lines we walk, but Eastern is very right brain and uses visual stimulation and spiritual science to examine those lines, accept them, and move through them. Together they could show the truth, but really it is all in the mind. Consciously you see it, subconsciously you feel it. The dreams and Gods that are written (like the Greek Gods) you could correlate them not only to personalities, but also to our navigation physically and metaphysically in science. 12 vital organs, possibly 12 distinct personality types, 12 months, 12 hours, 12 disciples, 12 reindeers, 12 days of Christmas, 12 inches in a foot, 12 Main Gods, 12 zodiac signs, and 12 main chakras. The number 12 is only significant for identification, but all speak a message of the same thing, the translation is just different for each.
It's like a song the continues on dynamic and technical as it progresses, then an octave change creates the same with a twist while simultaneously other songs run parallel, perpendicular, overlapping, harmonizing, colliding, splitting, connecting, fading, and never ending until the vibrations and reverberations create light stimuli that creates a similar matrix that manifests into physical matter we call this holographic universe. God just spoke the first note and then his essence began to split into many. The tree of life metaphor. We are all God, but we still have to seek God to tap into God because of how far we evolved from source.
I know the truth is there, but it channels in as fragments. Bittersweet to the hungry soul.
Jul 1, 2013
Jul 1, 2013 at 11:32 AM UTC
it is no stretch of the imagination
his beret did fit him so comfortably
upon his overly inflated cranium
it sat most perfectly
emblazoned
in letters large
none could miss
the huge advertisement
had an insignia
telling of self aggrandizement
the cap did well correlate
with the egotistical *****
who wore it
he twas big on being
full of himself
ergo...
Mr Importance
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 5:15 PM UTC
Subdue
Imerge
Intantations
.
.
No, it is not so complicated!
.
.
An honest
Re-connection
You - a man
Me - a woman
.
.
Living, loving
.
.
Best years!
And
The tallest Thuja Tree
Winks at us there
.
.
So we stop. . .
We breath and look up
In the night sky
.
For
A while
.
.
The World seems Endless
.
.
Three Beats
Veins rhythm
Kiss on a bark
Now, dear reader! - Try to -
Correlate this dreamers shrine
.
With a dark deep ocean
Of your elusive and
Dangerously devouring
Subconsciousness
.
.
Then you might call
Me on a
Phone
.
Perhaps
I won't pick it up!
.
Occupied . . .
Enchanted
By stars up - Above!
.
.
We can share hot chocolate
at Old chic Cacao Caffe
.
.
The Orange anime
Angel was served
Water in a paper cup
Made for ice cream rounds
.
A silken coat carresed by strangers
Melting their gazes
Pouring only
Goodness
.
.
And affection
Without a leash
.
.
On a leash by my side
At my knee
Between us
Ears along
The neck
.
White paws of my
Dearest friend . . .
.
.
Running as a speed of light!!
.
.
The Train is Tchwooot
Tchwooooot-ing
.
I have a ruby ring
And white black gloves
With Stripes and
Charming finger
Holes
.
.
Oh, Holmes!
The moon is rising again -
Like inspiration
For your new novel
For another Conundrum
.
.
To solve
.
.
It is quiet in the park
Dark and quiet in the park
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 4:05 PM UTC
I'm sorry if I'm not attentive
when you tell me about your day.
I laid awake last night thinking about
the color of your eyes.
I know that sounds kinda lame
and maybe it is.
But I don't mind -
As long as it lets you know
the magnitude of your beauty,
your loveliness,
your grace.
You are porcelain, I am metal.
I don't want to see you to break.
But if you do and you pierce me with sharp edges, know that I will be okay.
You are Belle's rose. And I am the beast that feels honored to hold you.
Though there are thorns to protect you, I won't break them off. I'll encase you in glass to protect you more than those thorns ever could.
You are the melody of the ocarina, soft and sweet; a heavenly lullaby of sad tones.
If you knew of my desire to drain you of your tears, they'd fall into tranquil waves that we could sail over with ease.
Laughing as the breeze kisses our shoulders.
I'll tell you everything will be okay.
I'll make the most idealistic promises, and keep every single one of them.
You know all these adjectives that should never be used to describe you, yet you accept them,
when I can't find a word in the dictionary exquisite enough to correlate with you.
So if you wake up one morning
and don't like your reflection,
let me be your mirror.
And I will tell you of the beauty I see.
-k.d.
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 12:34 PM UTC
It was an awful mistake;
all the ties that you've frayed,
they get weaker now every week.
And I want you to taste
all the words that you hate.
How do they feel on the tip of your tongue?
Let's correlate;
place ambition with faith.
Let's make everything go our way.
I'll get this down;
I'll make this triangle round.
We come full circle anyway.
Aug 9, 2010
Aug 9, 2010 at 10:26 AM UTC
*******
keyboard
hamburger
blue
coffeehouse
smile
the
joy
citizenship
face
she's
Slapped
brightly
a
cold
lot
on
sweat
singing
Dance
merry
stuff
a
canned
about
mayor
of
Cool
macdonald
croudsource
major
was
work
loud
birthday
red
call
measure
workingclass
monogamy
silence
a
his
carnivores
down
street
manly
ordnance
every
happy
steaming
beginning
rattle
place
ukraine
sniff
serial
place
We
testing
laugh
bro
my
worker
of
crap
juice
water
canon
man
shuffling
the
bread
Shaking
fried
peanut
Johnny's
cleaninglady
based
upbringing
hums
flanberg
flames
the
brainface
got
of
before
awkward
flight
foresaw
on
black
She
travels
meaningful
fell
hamster
fighter
lack
correlate
was
day
colony
what
man
She
train
fortify
Guitar
piano
orange
intermezzo
butter
squints
cackling
happy
mate
hot
breadsource
browsers
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 10:45 AM UTC
Peace brought to the wrangling edge of my own being
I look and I find I search and I am lost
Keeper of secrets
So many evil ***** things lie in the recesses of my mind
I have forgotten more evil than most people truly consider
I have looked deep in myself
to see the wandering lust
that drives a community of mad
Yet mad
individuals
Women and men
who have found solace
in the darkest part of me
I take them all in
I care for the ideals they set forth
Yet they are lost
into the echoed chambers
of my mind
Each time I grow
Each time the line falls away
I see you all again
wandering deep inside there
Seeing some of you wandering
makes me consider
if what you spoke
was ever true to you
this is the lean season
where the weight of the world
is my weight
when I begin to have grand delusions
where I picture atlas
and think….
he and I are kin
quiet kin
begotten of Sisyphus…
ha! Leave no stone unturned
upon the landscape
from which you feed
each stone is mine
in this Sisyphus-ian dream
none to small
none to great
all things compared
I will wear this stone and road smooth
before too long
Each thing in its place and time
And to each place some time
I correlate the strain
that is blinding me
Looking for a cause in the universe
A common event
that brings down
the true space
That simple cell
that would surprise everyone.
I was given this exterior for many reasons
None I ever consider
I look upon it’s hues and textures
and consider many an item.
Cara de nopal
hecho de piedra y hierro
Lomo de Pipila
Con alma
esta alma
tan
Perdida
Feb 23, 2010
Feb 23, 2010 at 9:31 PM UTC
No more love poems
For nothing else
Than the sake of intelligence
No more
Because you refuse to think
I've heard it all before
I want something new
Interesting, at least
I want something different
Blow me and this steel mind
Away, into the universe's bliss
To relevant beings
Know, experience, and be
Hell, Limbo, and Heaven
Be nothing and everything and forget time
I want to see you crying
Falling down the hole
Experiencing all
In an abyss of grey, dark, and brightness
Be witness to yourself as Lucifer
And God
And the truest of insanity's delight
Ignorance, insanity, and intelligence all correlate
As an order to follow, or not
1. Complete-ignorance-bliss
2. Intellect-learn-inferno
3. Truthful-insanity-happiness
Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 2:51 PM UTC
Thy love shall never waver or deviate
A harmonic union we'll always keep
Our hearts and souls to ever correlate
Dearest thy pool of love for you is deep
Our garden shall be full with loveliness
Thy dreams have come true we'll be entwining
No sweeter day has come for happiness
Together our future full of shining
We'll sail on beautiful clouds endlessly
Thy is manifold with delight this day
In a paradise we'll be eternally
Our cup of love doth overflow so say
With our sacred marriage vows enshrined
We'll be affectionately combined
Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 5:20 AM UTC
I saw the situation
I can read the look better than most
I sense beyond the obvious
You need attention
You need the affirmation
The structure is built the mortar appears firm.
Yet the simplest action
Removes whatever you consider stable
Shatters the foundation.
I wont strike it
is cowardice
It is the belief
That commitment to quality will be rewarded.
it is thinking believing
that once i repair
that which is wholly incorrect broken and in need of repair ...
Belief that in your fiefdom the world is sensible
Should I know that of the fairer *** ?
That I will be attracted to
That which I perceive and see
Yet ultimately will never correlate.
I crave
I yearn to touch
That which I build
Honestly all things begotten of my mind.
Yet so slowly
I must come to the understanding
I look too deeply
Feb 22, 2010
Feb 22, 2010 at 5:58 AM UTC
Thy love shall never waver or deviate
A harmonic union we'll always keep
Our hearts and souls to ever correlate
Dearest thy pool of love for you so deep
Our garden shall be full of loveliness
Thy dreams coming true we'll be entwining
No sweeter day for sublime happiness
Together our future full of shining
We'll sail on beautiful clouds endlessly
Thy is manifold with delight this day
In paradise we'll reside eternally
Our cup of love overflowing, so say
With our sacred marriage vows enshrined
We'll be affectionately combined
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 6:37 AM UTC