Saturday, 15 December 2012

Never could be dull in her sight

Never could be dull in her sight

At first appearance all in me did awaken

Flying ever fluidly to that happy state

Where fancy made alive by a pretty face

O my Lord forgive me for such bias

Such extreme with her when with no other’s felt

Imagining the touch almost as deep as the divine

Colouring my blank canvas with flowery smiles

O to stop my bias ways, to be this happy when all is present

Instead of one who cheers away my inwardness

Bringing out the community, detained in this heart of need


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