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You Came To Me

You came to me as a lamb, gentle

Whispering the desires of my heart

Shown to me as glittering array

Beckoning my soul to gather

You came to me, soft as silk

Soothing to my heart you came

Melting me to submissiveness

You came to me the lioness

Strong in loving ways, a fortress

Withstanding the elements of hindrance

Casting all aside this way and that

You came to me electric

Lighting my heart to a revival’s beat

Static~like with no friction

The flow of current run steadfast

You came to me as a waterfall

Overflowing to a mist refreshing

Washing my stained memories to nothing

A cleansing unfathomable

You came to me purposeful

Knowing only to unselfishly give

To fill a void of destitution

With all that you had, you came to me

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Can You Feel My Words?

Words spoken, travel through the air alive

Bringing told truth into your mind

As I speak of my love for you

Can you feel my words as they travel?

Do your eardrums tingle as chimes on a string?

Spreading across the land for all to ear?

Can you feel my words to sweet caress?

As the softness of butterflies flutter?

Tender as untouched dew of morning?

Can you feel my words as kindle to fire?

Does your heart burn as a heated furnace?

Will you embrace this truth that crosses my lips?

I need more than just to be heard

I need you to feel my words

Will you? ~ no~ Can you feel my words?

The Conqueror

I was desolate in battle when the conqueror came
Deep in solitude of emptiness
In need of repair
The battlefield was harsh in bitterness
Strewn across in battle, my emotions
Defeat came to my threshold wanting in
Still fighting on the field the conqueror fought
Standing tall and abreast with victory intent
Leaving desolation, solitude, emptiness
They lay behind and at its feet
Unable to stand against the conqueror

Bitterness staged to reinforce
The conqueror would have none of this
Pounding with every beat
The conqueror thrashed bitterness to nothing
Lifted I was by the conqueror
I felt its warmth beam through me to repair
Damage from the battle fading to forgetfulness
To the forefront the conqueror prevailed
Newness restored to my heart
The conqueror came to me in battle
The conqueror that is true love

Doors Of Time

Doors of time eternally wait to give of its bowels drenched in adventure
Open to ideas from before and of those foreseen in thought
Doors of surprise and some not so but expected in gratitude
Advancement in knowledge critiqued by desired acheivement

For want of excellent perfection doors do waiver not, but waits
Longing to expel that which was asked of it from now and before
To render its belongings to those that have gumption inwardly
Burnt to crispness defined by desires soulful need for success

Doors of plentiful pleasure as seen by those beholden to its giving
Doth appreciate such opportunity to expound upon possibilities
So many doors in waiting for naught of ignorance’s sting
To bore that which it was destined to bare for the beholden

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