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Ibude Garrick Poem
MY BELOVETH
How beautiful are thy feet my beloved
You navel is like a round goblet
Your two breast are like the young roes
Those are twins
Your faces is like the morning stars
Your eyes proses the heart of everyone that look at it.
By night on my bed I sought her whom my soul loved
I sought her but I found her not
You are the rose of Sharon and the lily of the valleys.
As the lily among thorns so is my love Martha
Among the daughter of men
Draw closer to me, and let me cherish you as queen.
Behold thy voice can even woke up the dead and bring it back to life
They lips are like the thread of scarlet
How fairly is they love, my love, my sister my friend
I rather loose my life than to let you go
I will stand and defend you
I will always be your keeper
Both day and night
Let my beloved come close to me
And feel the love I have for her.
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Ibude Garrick Poem
The One i Cherish Most
Is the love of my Heart
I love Her without knowing
How i Love Her
She give me joy and merry my Heart
The one I cherish most
Is My love parents Who Brought Me
To this Earth
Without Aborting me
The One I cherish Most
Is the Heart Who Cherish my heart
I love you Loveth Without
Knowing Why
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Ibude Garrick Poem
Beauty as we says is not always
The appearances of a person
It is the inner character of a person
It is the good manner of a woman
It is the good attribute of a woman
It is not all women who appear beautiful are beautiful
Many maybe outward beautiful
But the inner character will be ugly
Who is a beautiful woman you may ask?
A beautiful woman is that who loved her husband
Who build her home
Who never expose the secret of his home to outsider
Who know how to nourish her children
Such is a beautiful woman I may say
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Ibude Garrick Poem
My Miracle
My Miracle My Miracle
A sources everyone seek to have
A source everyone need in life
Like the miracle that was performed in Canaan
Where Water was turn into wine
I would have love to taste wine
If My Miracle can do that for me
I would have love to see death risen back to life
if My Miracle can do that for me
I would have love to walk on top of the sea
If only my Miracle can do that for me
I would have love to eat some loaves of Bread and two fishes
If my Miracle can do that for me
I would have love to see the blind receiving their sight
If My Miracle can do that for me
My Miracle My Miracle
I love to see you one day
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Ibude Garrick Poem
My Brother have bad News for me
He walk through the door
And i gave him a chair
He sat on the floor
As he don't even care
His face Was so sad
That I knew it was Bad
He opened a letter
And started to Read
That i Must go back
To our little home town
My brother was worried
And promise to try
To ask daddy again
If i could remain
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