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I esteem your presence
Glowing with glee 
At times, you do say things without thinking 
I’m the god of distress – 
You’re leaving me breathless 
Cutting me down like I’m some decaying tree
You don’t see how much you make me…
Guilty for your crimes
Taking the blame about a hundredth time 
Oh baby, I won't be buying into your product of pleasure beyond measure...
Your kind of love was a curse from the very beginning, not a therapeutic remedy or a cure
To be honest, you are a waste of time and downright worthless...
All I can do, at the time, was cherish our time spent together, for it was remarkably priceless.
You were brought back to life and renewed faith, hope and love!
Thank the Lord of Accord you came back to me
You told me that you were ensnared by stranger ravens and crafty little crows; I earnestly prayed that you’d be safe and sound, for you were my one and only exquisite, snow-white dove
you helped me cope with the dreadful storms of the deep and you pushed me to trek the mountains of exhilarating heights through the luminous days – I was drenched in my own sweat
But, I recall what you’ve said to me a few years back:
“There is a rainbow after a rainstorm…there is glory and prosperity of plenty after struggling through the debris of melancholy” – I was carrying loads and loads of anguish and apprehension that has piled upon me forever it seemed; you really lightened up my load, though there were days that were dry and wet
Bringing me back to what I once was – the beautiful leaf-abundant tree
Once again, I am reawakening from my damaging depression that triggered destruction in my mindset – now, I’m entering an instructive, priceless, constructive phase of life…a brand new season – I’m alive! Now, it’s time to thrive and I’m feeling the bottomless sensation to uproot me free
Your job is to water me thoroughly and daily – 
Can’t you see that I was growing triumphantly and favorably? 
Try with all your might…try your best
To stay optimistic and fervent 
I believe that you’ll pass the test
Be upbeat, kindhearted and jubilant  
I appreciate the words you wrote on my notebook…
Sometimes, I feel like leftovers left on the counter…
I’m a rotten mess – you’re leaving me as if I’m an uninteresting book 
Sometimes, I feel like a coward – I don’t mean to bother…
I won’t cower when I see you, reaching to heaven’s height above the sky-scrapers – I would rather have you in power
Remember this – success is like milk in the refrigerator – after a week or two, it becomes sour and loses its scrumptious flavor by the hour
So, do me a favor, oh Lord of Accord and give me miracles and gifts that I can afford
And sprinkle salt and pepper upon my distasteful flavor – does that ring a chord?
He healed me from the boredom disease
He put my heart, mind, body, mind and spirits at ease
Please…oh please…
Uproot me free
And let me sway with the blessed breeze – I pray that we will stand tall through it all and catch us when we fall
Together, in unison, we will embrace the wings of fantastic flight and keenly flee during nightfall
And…if you need a few sheets of paper to right on, 
Use me like a notebook instead…and write with all your might
It seems as if you read me…like a book that drags on and on…yesterday is gone, so look forward to tomorrow’s dawn 
Use me as your tool of relaxation… and read me all night  
I’ll tattoo lines of priceless delight
I’ll be your coping mechanism all day and night
So, please don’t be afraid, for God is near
Have no fear, for God’s Kingdom is almost here
Steer you way towards rapturous, rapid streams of hope, cleansing away any trace of humiliation and fear   
When morbid thoughts enter your brain,
I pray that your train
Of thought gets on track, so that you can refrain
From driving your mind insane…affirmative assurance if what you need now and forever…this will help you remain sane for a while longer and it will drive away the remorse’s rain!
When you wrote those words of elated, selfless, kindhearted words in my notebook…
It made my day…you’re such a delight 
Like reading a fascinating, classic book…you got me hooked with your nursery rhymes…you enchanted me with your attitude of gratitude and just by your mere look
You lit up my day…you lifted me higher than a kite
Thank the Lord of Accord that I sought the light at the end of the abyss-swarming tunnel
I fell into the arms of peace-abiding angels and ran away from the chaos-brewing devils
The wolves in sheep’s clothing…was trying to sugarcoat their hate with love
But, I know the difference between a hideous, vulgar vulture and a pure white, serene dove!
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