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On our clock of love be the arms that hold me in the courts of time when they judge us we will not be put to shame be its face for me to see how beautiful time can be when the pendulum dongs let it chime like Christmas bells walk with me for us to realize that time is on our side cry with me for us to know how exquisite ecstasy can be laugh with me so that we can stretch paradise wherever we are sing with me for our hearts to ride on rhythm to take us to harmony Every time you will twang our guitar I will be the wires that multiply notes like those of harp to show you how tight we are be the keys of our piano to open our musical hearts to one another for a song my soul will always sing you a song forever on the corridors of time on my way to eternity I will love in a way it will never end bathing on the fountain of forgiveness for my love to be immortal truly you are my gift from above My flower let me be your stalk let me be the nectar in it to sweeten your beaut...

The first time I saw your face I saw an angel the first time I heard your voice I heard an angel but I do not want to sleep and wake to realise... I had an angel all I want is to sleep and wake to realise... I have an angel I went to the court yesterday to sue time and life to the Great Judge why is it that I see you shortly? I talk to you rarely yet I fight with time always trying to coax its stingy habit of enticing life with its bag of magic spells that spells my work to an endless word robbing a minute with my babe only for the verdict to be passed... that I had not crossed the road on patience street Now.. I dream of a seraph that I may have one of its golden feathers from one of its wing but I thank the Creator for giving me an angel who is so beautiful exquisite in stature where my heart has found bosom I wake and I see the smile..of my angel

Your beauty shimmers when I look at your shadow I see an ocean of affection in your eyes to quench my storm that is breaking self control unstable like a radioactive element where I find your music too enticing to forebear your love's flavour has my tongue recite an enigma of a masterpiece that I wish to serve and ultimately to have I wish to dine at your table where all delicacies make an exquisite pattern like the Picasso's abstract that pattern that is definite to a chessboard if I draft then it is no longer about draught for when I checked your king the kingdom I was given to dance with a crown on my head where wisdom had found rest Eternity needs to whisper some charm to me to coax time to reveal the future a future that is desiring your presence for it without you is like a dawn without sunrise and roses in the fields will not unfurl kisses of dew will not abide on silver orbs and definitely my heart will not be tenacious with hope again But......

If I pick up a word from abyss will it be a blessing to curse the infinite chasm If I pick up love will it heal my soul that is marred by searching evils If I fall in love will I stand my ground and fight for it If she loves me will I love her back with greater devotion Oh dear Creator what will I pick?  instead pick me up to dance on the edge of infinity I need a title in your land,your love to build an estate of love for her to live in... my love.. my mother.. my queen.. and ultimately your gift!!

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 ...