Love Sore

Who's works are restored to be heard like words of nighten gales those evening ladies too want to have there name spoken not against there lovers but with there lovers that they might be joined together for the sake of belonging love love might night restore me that days have made me want that I long in streams in Valleys and my vision is that of lust but make me once again together that I've fallen and am crumbled to pieces restore me that I am not whole might you want me to restore me She speaks that morning you shall want might my mind be in other places that I might not recognize the need and your is as a strangers faces then only to hear what I want to hear might you be restored and not be lefted quere might my attention cradle you then to be satisfied the thirst of your long suffering to be quenched before my eyes labor beneath you to create the child of love to stand beside you might than a world of love that the evenings are for evening things that evening folks do those who love what they are doing might I have these times with you yet to be my lover might than you understand love is on going I'm your woman You're my man That he might hunger, that I might feed him, taken from Chammers, Bellow's of ecstasy.