I want to amaze you, like a thunderstorm above.
I want you to thank God for the birth of our love.
Your kiss I treasure, Your body I’ll caress,
But it’s your soul that He will bless.
When the Soul Cried Out for Meaning
I want to amaze you, like a thunderstorm above.
I want you to thank God for the birth of our love.
Your kiss I treasure, Your body I’ll caress,
But it’s your soul that He will bless.
I am my poetry, my poetry is me. I pray what I believe. I believe what I pray. View more posts