Your Love..
Bitterness of the earth
Sweeten by your love
Deliverance of your worth
Speaking from a dove
Your Inner Beauty
Begins the Duty of my purpose
And without your presence
I feel worthless
The essence
Of a Soul and Heart that pumps gold
Treasure the times
As we Grow Old
As our destiny unfolds
Copyright © Christopher Coke | Year Posted 2005
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