Blessed
I see the sun breaking in your eyes
first light to a bright new day
all the glory in me reach the summit
counting all my blessings
stolen moments, laughter,
I'm having it all from a pundit.
It's always those peculiar moods
makes me silent but then,
all I could hear is the sound
of my keyboard racing back and forth
could it be my heart and yours that pound.
Your words so pure
waking my innocence, so demure
lifting me to a pedestal
shower and outpouring me with respect
O Boaz, let me be your Ruth!
Did I enthrall you with such sweetness
sustaining friendship, your pretty poetess
so blessed I have it all, I admit with stark simplicity
My Lord, I must humbly say
I accept your grace and I offer thee
my complete devotion and felicity.
Copyright © Maricris Cabrera | Year Posted 2016
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