Treasure thse words

Take these words and Compliment yourself When I said you were everything, it still   wasn't good enough When making love is more then deeper then who is on top Thoughts become the pen, and feelings become the paper, and the touching is just the manuscript, as I look at you, I’m reading this Paragraph Poetry under the cloths you wear, could this be temptation If it were, why would I be lusting to get along with your pain? Because breaking your heart, is like me at my own funeral And seeing my self over you, I rather have my eyes open then close Because I never ask you to divorce me, if there was a threat, it was spending eternal with you When making love has no war and the battle is showing you a lifetime that`s more then just sex Tell me who you are fighting? When it is Faith that makes the feeling, not feeling that make the faith    By Fredrick Pennix          AkA Praiser the Show-Off Worship