PRIDE

 

My prize you are

Your bride I would be 

 

When ever You call

I'd be, there, there to serve my role. 

 

My role to you

On this earth, and beyond on this THRONE.

 

MY SOUL HAS FOUND ITS BEST

SWEET HOUR OF REST,  DESIRE EVER BLEST.

 

A care, magnificent 

Beyond mentioning. 

 

Memories stepping in, to me. 

SaCrade path untold. 

 

The preachers song 

I am made whole by a breath that follows, each mid-night.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world
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