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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