Armor

Bless me with enough smooches, That I may confess the blunt honesty of thy will. Bless my heart with painting in thy words, To such extent you know my testimony is your grace. Enough is the triggering pooches, It keeps me standing still. Enough are the beautiful looking bird, That keeps my eyes wandering in space. Let the armor you are reflect in me; No doubt, it will supply me enough glamour. Without thy breathes inking words, will my heart ever be? Healing power is thy beauty; my prowess rammer. The way you seek, Is in me bleeding... It's your choice to make it strong or weak. Passing through it at will, shall keeps it breeding...