the silence...the bitterness..the tempers
quarrels and the face of disappointment
it seems all near but these are bricks to the attempt
I trust the time and look at the base
you are a wonder and the picture of humanity
I celebrate the inspiration of this aspiration
mistakes all to the plea but perfection in the mix
this is a master built performance
the sickness of your love is the comfort of my love...the love all seems like one of the Psalms
I am comforted by the praises of the crowd
my eyes never lied about this
sharpshooter with the motive...eye to the apple...driver of the instant push.. maleficent uplift..my baby looks in the joint of her humility
change has no say to this other than hide in appreciation...what builds my head is the flown on the cake
never shade a tear because that's my cry
I was awarded by fine trust by God
cancellation of this contract means death
am surrounded by the stirs of your eyes
am engrossed in the sweetness of those lips....am into you
©agabakeith
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