Blessed

I see the sun breaking in your eyes first light to a bright new day all the glory in me reach the summit counting all my blessings stolen moments, laughter, I'm having it all from a pundit. It's always those peculiar moods makes me silent but then, all I could hear is the sound of my keyboard racing back and forth could it be my heart and yours that pound. Your words so pure waking my innocence, so demure lifting me to a pedestal shower and outpouring me with respect O Boaz, let me be your Ruth! Did I enthrall you with such sweetness sustaining friendship, your pretty poetess so blessed I have it all, I admit with stark simplicity My Lord, I must humbly say I accept your grace and I offer thee my complete devotion and felicity.