Love
I arise in love with love
it grows its fruit out of my wings
love makes my heart sing, romance.
love makes me selfless in a state of agape.
love keeps me thinking in isolation,
hoping in dejection.
love makes me express on bed of roses
entangled an intertwind in bliss
woven passions that rejects lust, yet invites love.
the necter is sweet
as pleasures trancend and ravish my trinity
oh love is faithfull, willing and definately able.
oh definately able!
Love existed before Cain killed Abel
It will bring joy to it's possessors
Captivating it's keepers
Uplifter of weepers
Bringing pleasure to those who express it,
who
grow it
live it
make it.
Copyright © Richard Immanuel | Year Posted 2011
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