I confess
I have a fetish for the mind
Enticed by intricacies, the flesh has no words to describe
Bewitched by the interpreter
Who instinctively understands but seldomly seeks to be heard
I am love struck
By the unique beauty amongst
The patients ones
Virtuous in nature, they speak the language of tongue
They posses
A healing attentiveness
That nurtures, like a needed kiss within the rarest
Now and then
They fall like sweet, cormforting rain drops from heaven
They trace the trail of our recent tears
Like beautiful, bright
Rainbows of life
The only reason I yearn for rain
Nothing can break our bond
We all scared
If you can hear me, you are dear to me and I hold you in high regard
In shadow , a beautiful soul grows
Through every inch of the darkness in conflict
Its the first to receive favour, the not sold product of Gods kiss
Draped in affection , an exquisite
Oh! Model of the holy tailor
She is projected through the mist the sun graces her desert with shade
She blossoms in her purpose born again
She is soaked in his protection no consequences
Regardless with no limits...
