Confessing
Your my hope,
Your my love.
Your the dope,
To my dove.
I fly high,
I won't lie.
You look to me,
For help I see.
I have your hand,
In this world so bland.
You can fill my heart,
Your my lifes art.
I come to convey,
In every possible way,
So take my blessing,
Now I'm confessing.
Copyright © Matt Daniels | Year Posted 2012
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