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»Heaven's Gift«

by Williamsji Maveli, December 1, 2017

I owe you my soul, thou love is a miracle,
As my soaring soul belongs to your circle,
I am an inner child of divine life creation,
Human body is built for a holy recreation.

My simple life flows for its own purpose,
Accept it in any way as it comes to dispose,
Body is not everlasting, birth is usual, a bliss,
Love never shuts down, in all ways, it is His.

Being built in a perfect, celestial structure,
I do owe you my body, I am just a creature,
With flesh and blood, I am a miracle of love,
Nothing belongs to me, my life is from above.

Take me to your garden, let me smell the essence,
I love human, animals, the flowers and fragrance.
Let the heavenly ecstasy be restored as a bounty,
As soul begins an eternal Journey to His country

Written: November 2017
Tags: Emotions Love

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