The Dance

It a poem of desire, love and supplication.

My beloved, taketh me into your palace, where angels sing,

and music is truely more radiant, than any sound on earth.

Darling therefore ye thou art, such magnificent beauty, O' mine eyes or ears could not, even begin to imagine. placing it into words isn't humanly possible.

I shall surrender, unto ye my Lord, For thy glory is far greater in this divine kingdom, filled up with treasures galore.

Where as in this earth ,only death and destruction, agony seeks to devour with a luring stench, thus plunging me back as dust once more.

My beloved Lord, place thine hand in yours, lead me unto a gazzibo, covered with Red Roses of many colour, let the music move us.

Dance with me my King, in thouest most romantic steps intemantly, consuming my vessel deeply, in thy presents, never let me go.

Whilst the sunsets, of firey red orange, and stars shine like that of glittery twinkles in the sky. O' my God, ye art thou more precious, than any diamonds and sapphire thus glow in the midst of it, radiantly gleaming.

Let me wash your feet with sacred oil and spices.

May I dry them with my long soft hair. with tears of pure love, compassion streaming down mine cheeks, My beloved?

Only to honor you,

my sweet love my Lord and my savior.

I lay postrate before your throne in awe of you.