Poetry

Pure as pure can be like Olive Oil to my taste buds...I am blooming brightly like rose buds...then, I'm put out like a forest fire - but, my desire...is from the Lord of Accord, who burns on forever and ever... Oh so adoring and opens new doors of understanding, strength and wisdom Elegant, encouraging, long-suffering in long run, patient, and invigorating as the sun that shines on from dusk to dawn Tranquil as a tree that's been nourished by godly seeds...not the abominable, ugly-looking weeds that spiral around like snakes in the wood...I'd smile if I should...but, love, above all, shaped me as a person as a whole... Radiant and resourceful in many ways Y give up on writing? Write with your might! Read with your eyes! Dance with your feet! Draw with your hands! Do all of the hobbies and activities that you adore - you are loved with poetic and passionate eyes from above