(*FRESH POEM!*)
A new poem. I'm sorry it took me about two weeks to finish it. But, as you well know it (as Mr. P. Collins nicely put it in his song): "You can't hurry love". Creativity either...
Daughter of
the Black Continent
my kind
sister in Our Father
I’m a
wordsmith, you’re my muse
I want to
warm up your heart
with any
beautiful words
I can think
of putting together
…Can you smell
something burning?
You better
call the fire station
Because,
baby, my heart is burning for you!
Our Savior
has many best friends
(How can
anybody have a lot of best friends?!)
I am glad
the two of us are among them
So He will
lead us trough our life together
all the way
to Paradise
I wouldn’t
like to spoil you
“To spoil”
is such unpretty verb
It means: “to
corrupt”
True love
never corrupts
-it helps
you reach your full potentials in life
Give us
Your leadership, borrow us Your strength
I want
celebrate your Name along with my little lady
Can you do
us that one little favour?
I trust You
You will
Thank You very much!