Monday, 14 February 2011

I hear of a lady

I hear of a lady who is remarkably in Love
With the Being who created and rules the world
Her pleasures they say are wrapped in Him
Her delight complete in adoring Him.
Rumours whisper of their secret time
Conversing but no one in sight
Some have called her a deluded mind 
But explanations far exceeds the extra stride.
A strange sweetness occupies her mind
A galloping joy fills her smiles
The tales do bear a wonderful charm
The tales do make my heart incline. 


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