Letter To a Soulmate
VERSE 1:
This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES....
I think this is the time to tell you I love you,
And I don't prate to receive woefully an excuse,
Even if you cling to it as unprecedented news,
Nothing probably can hide our intimacy from each other,
Did you ever thought of melting down the breathe of our love vandal?
I'm securing the intelligency of our kisses,until you become a grandam,
Who would eagerly train her second generation with grand love,
Today if I miss the opportunity of taking you into my mum's room then maybe a new world will never draw nigh,
You're already a choice of classy selection to be mine,
Chorus:
Hold on....
my shining orbicle from space!
For us not to miss the virtue of our intermediary inspiration wilfully paid,
It's hard to mend the garments of our two into one,
But sometimes I feel rightly armed,
So nobody can get you harmed,
VERSE 2:
All she got in order to receive back her sight is on your face,
And guess if the other side will pull you from her faith,
You're a testimony your mum had raised,
A helping partner at my aid,
That's what I want you to be on the bed I've laid,
Baby give me light against darkness as a raid,
I'm giving you what defines and redefines paradise when love begins to fade,
Chorus:
Hold on....
my shining orbicle from space!
For us not to miss the virtue of our intermediary inspiration wilfully paid,
It's hard to mend the garments of our two into one,
But sometimes I feel rightly armed,
So nobody can get you harmed,
Chorus:
Hold on....
my shining orbicle from space!
For us not to miss the virtue of our intermediary inspiration wilfully paid,
It's hard to mend the garments of our two into one,
But sometimes I feel rightly armed,
So nobody can get you harmed,
VERSE 3:
Just stay fortified when you receive my name as your last name,
Because we would then become one figure without blame,
Surrounded by smiles and fame,
Which would draw the desires of others to frain.
Provided that,the world won't be left swallowed in pain,
Yeah,this is what I have for you this day,
Outside of,it's offered on pro bono,...hey,
And there's no deal for you to pay.
Will catch your anwers after I resume to pray.
Chorus:
Hold on....
my shining orbicle from space!
For us not to miss the virtue of our intermediary inspiration wilfully paid,
It's hard to mend the garments of our two into one,
But sometimes I feel rightly armed,
So nobody can get you harmed,
Chorus:
Hold on....
my shining orbicle from space!
For us not to miss the virtue of our intermediary inspiration wilfully paid,
It's hard to mend the garments of our two into one,
But sometimes I feel rightly armed,
So nobody can get you harmed,
This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES....
Letter to a soulmate..
Copyright © ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES | Year Posted 2018
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