We only live once, my father once said
But I say, we only love once
For ever since I met you, I have had no affection for another
Your Love pulled me, and just like a song, I danced to its rhythm
I fell into a trance, and just like a puppet, you bent me to your will
You had me by your fingertips, my heart in your mercy
I became a slave, my only job to guard your heart
Drunk in your love I made a promise, a promise to be your shield if you became my heart

Symptoms…. They don’t make me go dull for I am filled with his wisdom…all of it prepares me for his kingdom….remembering me to live only for my father… Yes he is my ruler…

Lord I love you, there’s nothing in this world above you….he is my Lord my only god

Sickness, sorrow or strength my love for Jesus will never quench…. Down in the valley for him when I search …. He is always close within my reach… I drop myself at thy feet… Hoping to turn like you in midair when we meet…

Healing….That comes from my Lord, is a great feeling that words have lost their meaning…Through his nail pierced hands… Waiting for us to fulfill our purposes and plans…

His hymns make me strong and crucified love gives me a song… ,when am gone I don’t wonder where Ill be… As I will surely be carried by thee…

it's time to let myself go.
It's time to give up.
It's time to let everyone know
That I finally believe
That I'm worthy of love. Praise.
That I'm finally comfortable
in my own skin.
And if I can feel that way about myself
I have faith you can too.
It all starts by looking within.

Father,
Thinking about your
Majesty and splendor
Always bring a smile
On my face

Oh to think
How would my soul
Feel when I get
To see You
Face to face

I don’t write to get called good
I write to be understood
Do you understand?

I don’t write for petty praise
That would be a waste of my days
My poems are my own extended hand

I just want people to see
What it’s like to be me
And who I really am

Though my poems are called “good”
I am still misunderstood
When will somebody understand?

Hey gal..
I have some queries about your "one-sided dimple"..
.
Like materials,, does it expand or contract when subject to change in temperature??🤔🤔
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Like magnets,, does it attract to opposite and repel the same??🤔🤔
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Like an electric charge, does it produce current??🤔🤔
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and like water,, does it become steamy when heated and become icy when cooled??🤪🙈

Caveat
by Michael R. Burch

If only we were not so eloquent,
we might sing, and only sing, not to impress,
but only to enjoy, to be enjoyed.

We might inundate the earth with thankfulness
for light, although it dies, and make a song
of night descending on the earth like bliss,

with other lights beyond—not to be known—
but only to be welcomed and enjoyed,
before all worlds and stars are overthrown ...

as a lover’s hands embrace a sleeping face
and find it beautiful for emptiness
of all but joy. There is no thought to love

but love itself. How senseless to redress,
in darkness, such becoming nakedness . . .

Originally published by Clementine Unbound

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Caveat Spender
by Michael R. Burch

It’s better not to speculate
"continually" on who is great.
Though relentless awe’s
a Célèbre Cause,
please reserve some time for the contemplation
of the perils of EXAGGERATION.

Stephen Spender in his best-known poem wrote: "I think continually of those who were truly great." This near-limerick suggests that Spender may have exaggerated the time he devoted to hero worship. Keywords/Tags: caveat, spender, truly, great, think, continually, hero, worship, exaggeration, contemplation, awe, fawn, fawning