Lead Me To Exodus Rime Couee

Exhume my gone exuberance, I’ve always been drawn to a chance; Such enticing grandeur; Resurrect me from hollowed ground, I long to indulge lush newfound; Run with me, wildflower; Missing all the juice of layers, I’m dry devoid of purveyors; Poundcake of foundation; Through dynamism opened up, faint flush from natural makeup; A welcome distinction; Revive me but do it slowly, I’m stained glass you are the church key; So sensitive to sensuous, it’s been buried deep for so long; Your hymnal could wake my soul’s song, lead me to exodus; Set free my dormant element, overwhelm me and leave me spent; Look at me, make the call; To others we may seem baroque, with all that passion will evoke; Love is real after all.