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Her attractive silent demeanor makes that exquisite noise of beauty that makes sculptures wake momentarily to peep and see treasure before they succumb to sleep again her silence is golden in worthiness that surpasses... vaults of Solomon her speech is silvery for her counsel comes on a silver splatter when you listen you grow and become a scroll of wisdom for many to read Her simplicity is royal her virtues are a drop from heaven smooth like a silk sheet and soft like a harmonious note when she smiles... you realize how Mona Lisa had a perfect set of teeth why Leonardo had to hide them... her sigh is like the peace in a song when she chuckles it intoxicates like haunting song of an angel Her grace when she makes mistakes makes all crowns worn by kings cheaper than the cockroaches that live in their palaces when she loves... she makes her man not to value all vaults of central banks in the world more than her for her wisdom shines greater than sunshine on Swis...

It seems that the moment is gathering dust on the memory shelves when we had a dream of falling snowflakes when we cherished uniqueness of each flake and I thought the sun was in the crevice of our passion all the problems I heard from friends that pertained relationships to me they were fantasy not in our fairy tale with you I thought the magic of love was not a miracle Now I would rather not ask the oracle of truth the truth when you have become a sculpture in ecstasy of silence afraid of coming out of the shell to my welcoming embrace afraid of my judgement on your blameless mistakes afraid that you have broken your promises beyond mending afraid that all was a dream that reality may hurt beyond healing that I am a saint and you are a devil but my heart suffers when it seeks a sermon of a saint who is afraid of halos  hovering over her beautiful head The shoe may be bigger but we may walk barefoot it may seem like the clock is stopping but its the battery tha...

Assorted masks on the floor of reality when lovers look at them...they pick that is why... I cry when I want to smile smile when I need to cry make a face each moment and blush furiously when you make them the games...our games I will call you names when I want to whisper comfort to you turn to coldness when I really need your warmth run away while wistfully wanting to stay forever call you in the morning with the hope you will call at twilight to make fire on our beautiful hearth Only those rare moments that I come out of the shell hoping you will accept the reality hold it and hug it in your arms but I find out you are casting a dice starting a game while I end mine becoming a poker face in a casino and I am worried sick to be lucky Now we are consumed by intrigue of love seeking freedom with inaccurate calculations a bubbling bottle of champagne tightly shut all we do is make ripples while treasure shimmers bored by our attention at the floor of the ...

Praise His infinite Majesty in His gracious wonder He will exalt our inadequate natures so below His angels the ecstasy of His wonder is beyond feel if our hearts do not desire His face His light will always float His words that whom that seeks surely will find and whomever will desire in purity His law will worship them and grant them their wish In our ignorant ways let us try to sing Him a song so that on His palm the shoreline of problems will forever recede His tempestuous love will tempt our weak heart for strength to trend tenderfoot so that we can be tender-hearted For He is tender and vast in understanding He is infinite in His virtues forever balanced by His justice and wisdom my soul desires to be closer to the Most Supreme Soul to forever bask in His shadow where no light can smolder brighter than it Who would cry on my behalf? who would love the unlovable naught of my nature? who would give me Eden free from sinful price? who would judge me fairly my...

I am saved... but I don't think my salvation was ever tipsy... like this before one more for the road today that stupid husband will realize that I rule after all those years of faithfulness and he betrays with another man even God can understand don't you remember Soddom? I don't want to be a rock of salt furthermore I know I am forgiven by Jesus my saviour That senseless girl... after all we have shared since the first semester she has just used me  for her selfish gains give me another...the nectar of the devil as we talk she is happily opened her legs like petals of morning glory you tell me to go for a HIV status test... I can't...what if I am positive...my parents! let me die happily in ignorance where is that bartender? I need a drink that will shake up my senses Just bring them over... the three of them I am not feeling anything yet...that demonic loan I am doomed and even my wife and kids don't know that filthy godforsaken bank is....

You love... comes in part yet wholly comes in pleasure yet painful comes to stay yet to let go comes in poverty yet so rich comes to choose yet unprejudiced comes certain yet unpredictable You love.. who is proud yet very humble who is blissful yet tormenting who dies yet immortal who ends yet eternal who burns yet frozen who is timid yet very bold who is an enigma yet very simple You at all times in your existence.. is you and love in part..yet whole for there is love and where there is love there is you love is you and you is love that is why when you dies there is no love... All for the keeps.. as long as you love loves it is eternally that way

The song of stones that sung at the top of the mountain hit by blizzard taking away its warm breath to catacombs of frozen hell in a strange lilt that made it lose it beautiful demeanour transforming stones to irregular peaks piercing the sky prompting the sun which was to warm the soul of the song run away as the music tried to coax the stones in the quest of making them precious They remained jagged and ugly in stature outcropped in a disturbing appearance in the garden of harmony so it called the moon in a swooning lyrical voice to reflect a ray of the sun for the stones to see the song of beauty with their enlightened ears but the moon was new from its usual shimmering enchantment as it embraced the proud darkness helpless was the tune in its ailing strength which was bored creativity in the debris of doubt ...and the night grew weary inviting the orange skies when it tuned to the organ it found it dead for rhythms it voice was gone and skills of dance were a fr...