Bliss
You are the epitome, of all women,
The unconditional love that your givin,
My days and nights, there's a continuous wish
That you remain in my heart, that would be
"Bliss"
Thou art the air in my lung's,the taste
on my tounge,You are simply the best,
The epitome of all the rest,
The complete and uncontested, love
That I have, every last dream together,
We did grab,So I ask thee, to be gentle, don't
Be so harsh,my soul, all my wrongs, did you wash
In closing, you are my everything
Possibly the one who makes the birds sing.
Copyright © Jamesiana Howard | Year Posted 2009
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