Compassion of My Heart
Compassion of My Heart
Do you have guts to stand,
The tides of this malice,
Do you have the correct shoe ware,
To marshal through the bog of this eddys,
Am done and gone,
Can you still, have the craving desire,
To balm my lips with your spicy coated lips?
They say a true love kiss breaks any curse,
Come and free me from this,
Wilderness of loneliness,
Marshal my heart with art of your love,
Bliss me to freedom and enchant me with jolly,
Confuse my world and hide my shame with your love,
They say love makes us sick,
They say love haunts our dreams,
Yep, you are my rose, the most precious gift of love,
Rose is you the religion of love and compassion of my heart.
Copyright © Sabion Osore | Year Posted 2015
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