I LOVE YOU MY LORD
Millions of diamonds and golden hearts
Lie in my bed naked and faked every day and night
Hoping to entice me with their uncovered thighs
Proselytizing me to follow their evil acts
But my heart 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 cloud where my eyes cannot reach
Beckoning me to draw close and dance bold to his tunes
His voice is like a trumpet
That runs through my blood when blown
Engulfing and purifying my heart from 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 moon and sun have lost their light
To carry me to heaven where our bed lies
From which I shall love, caress and kiss his word
Write for him poems that I shall recite throughout the night
They shall watch us jealously as the fire burns them hard
Confessing and professing their unrealized love
But the time shall be devoted to only me and my lord
I love you lord will be my favorite daily line.
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