Rising Sun
Just a minute ago I was freezing,Now the sun's warmth has engulfed me.
It's bright golden rays are blinding,
And yet intriguing.
My eyes burn from the intensity, My heart throbs,
as it soaks in the colorful beauty.
Is it an angel coming over the horizon?
Am I worthy to see an angel?
It's burning sensation inspires me.
This has determined today's outcome.
I can do nothing but stare at it's beauty.
If only it's beauty was within me.
Renaissance
Her name is a place in created time,And for some she begins a bell of chime.
Although to some she seems a little quaint
But that is for her voice even more a little faint.
Now a brilliant majesty of personal beauty
Brings in unto her a clerical duty.
So now unto her, her plan is devised
And once again here her soul is revised.
Pride of a Wolf's Heart sings songs forever
And now in her soul a life to endeavor.
She listens so quick, a small moment of pride
As she rides through the town, never fearing, then hide.
Hearing classic memories through the classic deeds
As the Herald comes riding, bearing witness to the creeds.
Leading for all her love with her will
Convincing their hearts with hope she will fill.
The Guardian Angels partnership her ground sought
For her lover's planned world from which he was brought.
From now till forever she really will be
Making men hope and willing and free.
Soaring past miracles name majesty to the masses
Of the child's expert delay of the day when she passes,
And the also delay of the pain in your peace
For faith we will hope and forever will not cease.
Love's Desired Spell
Essence of rose and petal of tulip,
Tip of a heart for love's sweet new lip.
Intentions that lead me in forms of mud,
Just a small flower, or a small bud.
Sugar of cane and powder of night,
Bring me sweet love, or shining bright knight.
Times wooden hands, who filled with desire,
Turn out the lights, and stoke up the fire.
Give me here now, my sweet, sweet delight,
Give it here soon, for soon 'tis the light.
Now for a ribbon, as red as loves blood,
Just like a thought, like a stormy river's flood.
Blackened heart is sure to sour,
Give me love's spell for thee to devour.
Give me here wings to dive like a dove,
Into the clouds of desired whit love.
Maidens of symphony sing sweet in bliss harmony,
For swollen is the tree, for the love of the honey bee.
Song for the mute for him to take wing,
For hate bites, for it leaves a deadly sting.
He is coming from the farm,
For he is my desired charm.
So now I hear the call for me to come to dine,
For our talk is quite pleasant and very divine.
Eye for he there is the blind,
Then we will sing for the eyes of the mind.
Thus this concludes, or even forbids,
For him to leave, he's part of my pyramids.
Now is the time, for thine is divine,
We shall depart, but he shall be mine.
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