Doth Thee

Thy will is a poem Wrot from thee Consumeth thy In light heavenly From thy will comeths thee What is thee poem In thee yet to be Doth thee do i know What should i do Where do i go With this poem Where do i go Sanctity, eruption of soul Admire desire the fire inside Living loving a dream content A promice forever kept With love will i die Will i die with love The same question But opposites Forever loom in the disgrace i wrot Saught bleekly in the nightly dark Forever swim in a stew of thought Lost, lost, lost, lost Give mythm the desire To break free of this poetry This lust denial envy hust Productivity End thee lust Kill thy foe Of writing Desire Ney the love of me is secreeting ney i am living fore love gone and swept in the wind, what am i thee love this lust i want it gone but how how when this writting goes on, what do i do now but lingure on i live in a serenity of love lost now what to mine desires but a peom hence hust. Linguring on What now Time has become Of us Now the poem ends And all is well Come back for more To face the swell