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I LOVE YOU MY LORD


I LOVE YOU LORD Millions of diamonds and trillions of golden hearts Lie in my bed naked and faked everyday and night Hoping to entice me with their uncovered thighs Proselytizing me to follow their evil acts But my hearts is engrossed to only one way A way well designed and easy to trek It unbreaks the hearts of disappointed men Its master I call my lord and king He lies beneath the sky where my eyes cannot reach Beckoning me to draw near and dance bold to his tunes His voice is like a trumpet That runs through my blood when blown Engulfing and purifying my heart of dirt And giving it a shape of his own Do they think I can bow down to suckle their nipples? When my lord offers me a multitude of his multifarious love Making me envisage the day he will return on earth When the sun and moon have lost their light And carry to the heavens where our bed lies From which I will love, caress and kiss his word Write for him millions of poems that I shall recite throughout the night They see us jealously as the fire burns them hard Confessing and professing their unrealized love But the time shall be devoted only me and my lord I love you lord will be my favorite daily line BY MABERI NICKSON
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