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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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