IN VERSE WITH A VERSATILE VERBSMITH.. And there he stood..seemingly amble.. In the ample fold of the vocally willing and able.. Where food for thought was also the staple.. Walking along a path of golden dust.. He had been pondering from dawn till dusk. About the keeper of his golden trust.. He stopped for a moment to observe omens.. Obviously obliterated and obstructed by the obscure obstacles in the object of his inner minds eye.. Conservatively he considered whether or not to convene his thoughts.. In constant concern about his concerned concubine.. Consent was therefore consequent.. With a page on his left and a pen on his right.. The following words he proceeded to write.. To my lady In my fragile heart of hearts i believe you are my gift from mother afrika.. And here is to hoping you could define my forever.. It is the sight of your pleasant eyes that ushers my light.. When i descend 4rm blissful flights at the end of every blessed night.. I give my word to love you always.. From here on until the end of my fragile days.. ha ha..
Posted on: Wed, 24 Sep 2014 17:13:27 +0000