The Beautiful Ones Are Finally Born
Come take a look, look all through
And tell me again ‘‘the beautiful ones are not yet born”
That’s disgusting, I feel emotionally torn apart by hypothesis sayings
For the darkness that had convulsed my soul, has now known light
She emerged like a deeming light, in strikes of passion;
She hit me all sparkling like an angel
My life witnessed the birth of something special and pure;
The abyss of passion that completely overwhelmed me
She gives me a remedy to this ill earth, and cursed world
A man’s sin and the hope of his redemption has always been a woman
I won’t praise her using dusty and old titles; “Princes, honey”
All I know, being with her is always worthwhile
In noble eminence, she still remains the woman of my life
By;
Oswell Brian
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