Ode to HerA Poem by Tate MorganThe fruits loins I would not know
Fruits of loins I might never know had we never loved so sweet When we did plant seeds of desire little chancing we might meet
Holding my breath as I jumped chancing all on a single toss Leaped the very bonds of Earth trying for the worlds I would cross
But God did see my grasp inflated as he pulled me back to Earth Saying of my tenacity "you have overstepped your worth"
Filled with confidence I did go not caring what he had said For I would listen to no one as I had no fear nor dread
Now holding to that grasp of faith it's for you I shed my tears Knowing you alone were worthy of loving all of my years
© 2019 Tate MorganAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorTate MorganMarion , OHAboutAvailable from Amazon XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX I am a product of the Midwest. Raised on the plain states of North America. I was nurtured on a .. more..Writing
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