He Holds Me As Flavor To Make Me His Savor
He holds me as flavor to make me his savor
He holds me as flavor to make me his savor
what makes him take me is what makes me wake him,
forever in love to thus far is what makes him my sailor.
Life goes high to make us haler
when our walk of love goes out so dim,
he holds me as flavor to make me his savor.
He takes me with his love and leads me to the river
for me to behold the beauty in the calmness of our dream,
forever in love to thus far is what makes him my sailor.
In the dream of our brim there lies our favor
when our sight is filled with trouble there we rest for a trim ,
he holds me as flavor to make me his savor.
Wherever life takes us till the end we aver
to make our true love the best as we aim,
forever in love to thus far is what makes him my sailor.
Forever we flow and row to be the engraver,
with the beauty of our art though we skim
when things go wrong in each love layer,
forever in love to thus far is what make him my sailor .
by Esther J
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