forever is the bliss so calculated.
in the orders of disorders Joy.
lies the fury of woman but the good of a good old country boy.
And as the fire of passion reeling.
in the hold of the overcoming hell.
makes for the Eros feeling.
that puts sentience to the dizzy spell.
The magic of the falling.
the order of the sprawl.
the beauty of the teaching.
she made me walk when all I did was crawl.
in the semblance of all loving cause.
with out her I can fall to the sick.
rise in order some to universal laws.
I am not like that troublesome rick.
to only be the one that heals her broken.
making me token is mine.
she can only be arisen to shine.
if I am accepted by the for front of her sublime.
for I loved her lesser grace.
she did not tell of her greater glory.
but all three did express the love.
in different ways I I felt the haze.
for it was not what I told me my self.
SHE GAVE ME THAT OF HER WEALTH.
only hinted her blessed definition.
thus my current condition.
for such to I in earthly worship do I praise.
those ways.
for her is under this our blessed God.
the Jesus that brought us together.
glory to God and praise and thanks giving.
let me retain to attain my blessing.
in Jesus Christ Amen
©Pat Connor
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