Changing times bring me to sigh
I wash away my tears
Hoping to rid myself of my fears
The fire that prospers my spirit
Is also what I hear of as the cure
For my despair
Come to me
And bring me
what also sings to me
Love, what an odd position you put me in
Telling me that we have to move for your job
Let me prove my love for you doesn’t depend
On our address
I love you and will follow you anywhere
The raindrops fall to the petals of the flowers
The leaves fall from the trees
This storm brings glory
Leaving behind a touch of seasons changing
So many blessings come from what seems to breed turmoil
The bees may hide and the branches may fall
But after all is gone and over
I know there will be more power given to the ones
That honor their own shower of forgiveness
MEMORIES
Standing sideways leaves her body to be but a silhouette
Slightly in the shade she moves closer to the tree
As she glances to her left she sees the marking of an imprinted heart
This art was formed in memory of her true love
Some have said he is deceased but she knows his soul always lives
Wedding vows
My vows to you play into a passion like the rays of the sun
So tenderly is my heart yearning to be one with you
On our journey together
Let’s always remember to promote goodwill In each other
And let’s never give into failure
As we walk down this road that leads us to divinity
let’s always hold dear our God who made us one
And lets us always cheer for each other
as if we carry the tune to our destiny
Drifting in the sea
I swear I will be
A unit of compromise today
And tomorrow you will Stare
at the sores on my feet
I will not judge you
I know you are helpless
Dripping in esteem
I cure my beginning
Of arthritis
In my mind
I’m so old
Can I find my last
Memory?
And will it show
Me my true
Endeavors?
My purpose
Leaves me to sorts
Telling me of what pours
My spirit into the depth
Of eternity
Leaning into the sea
Of infinity
Closer to the end
Of what sacrifices
It’s known
Bend of a learning
Curve
I step over rocks
I look at the clock
It’s time you say
To knock at my calling
So hard locking
In my dreams
A stream of
A fountain
Holds to extreme
Limits
Never accusing
The beginning
But forming
In a mock up
Of what truly
Holds
To the mold
Of docking
Is not
Sitting
But in lifting
the unlimited
potential
World
My beauty surpasses all wonders
And distinguishes the meaning
Of love as the mark of the world
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