Flowing through me
your strokes...like an artist with his paint brush
you have created in me a well-spring... aching for more
when I look through your eyes I see me- perfect
is it possible for your love to evoke such intensity
you cater to my desires like they were yours
your emblem, gliding gently through my being
your writings, etched deep within my soul
hold me, while I let you go in and out
show me, what it is to be you
take me, to incomprehensible heights
like a never ending river of purity
sanctify me, Oh Lord
coz without you, I'm at sea
Poetry by olushola ode
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Written on 2007-05-11 at 21:28
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