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My affection whispering my past makes me fall in love with the future my heart calling the name of my soul makes the pond of love rumble in the deep and I am refreshed and cleaned because when I look into my eyes...I see you I will break the mirror to slivers to correct the mistakes by making them a better object ...like the stars in the sky but..losses that I have suffered pains that have sufficed wounds in my heart tears that have drowned me in the abyss of futility where I have kidnapped myself...thinking that the hostage ...was you I walk back to my past to arrest my future for I died of hunger after the last supper of love I betrayed my blessing to a curse that I wove and wore only for my blindness to see an elusive truth wrongly of words that made me believe created a statue of myself but its time..to see me when I open my eyes you in my eyes..looking through windows of my soul

By Sidney Henry Morse (1833–1903)   T HE SOUL  I dwell within Forgets my load of sin,     And circles me     With amorous glee, To win my first faint smile         5 Of love that bodes no guile;— Unfolds my heart the while,     And sets me free.   Delights she to surprise Me with some thought that hies         10     To heaven straightway:     Then all the day I wander o’er the earth, And find not half its worth; Yet lose I not my mirth,         15     And pray, and pray.   Oh! I am precious seed Thus planted for her meed:     My offish ways     And long delays         20 She takes no notice of, But steadily doth move Upo...

On the qwerty keypad a word in capital letters on the walls of an ancient cave the word in its royalty but on the cotton paper is worth that gives goons enjoyment                                                   that gives men lust for satisfaction                                                   that gives women in-secured security in heavens unknown to them is worth more than their dreams more feeling than emotion more ecstasy than pleasure more beauty than sight In present civilized sophistication is damnation materialized sense of china that makes us sculptures breathing them to life with reduced spirituality the laws of motion may not take us to the future without knowing that a seed in future is a fruit without knowing...

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!!