Wednesday, October 7, 2009
She gave me direction to PERFECTION...
She was a flower that blossomed; it took a thousand years for that ripe glow to adorn her skin.
God’s creation was never so profound, her contour bore the resemblance of god’s hard work
Partiality will knock on heaven’s gates by her kith and kin.
Was a creation of such an omnipotent stature deserve to reside on god’s green pastures?
Time’s tides did not bear it’s toll on her, life’s surreal moments was never so magnified without her existence.
I suppose the flames of passion had it’s roots in her.
She looked at me comely and blushed; I couldn’t look into her eye for a plebeian was never meant to have such godly pleasures.
I collected enough courage to hold her with my trembling hands.
A touch that was so divine; I had to be careful for she was as gentle as her breath.
I PLUCKED THE BOUGAINVILLAE AND GAVE IT TO THE REASON FOR MY VERY OWN EXISTENCE..