Harlot or Helpmate (9-85)A Poem by PoetryofProvidence
The prostitute hunts for precious soul
but I am given to make man whole and though some have ill gotten gain to they shall eat of it's own pain I am ready and quick of mind carry passions desire and I am kind The fruit I bear is happiness in a garden which is bliss Many kinds of love are there One kind the tree of life does bare You know I will not ravage you but with fidelity will be true Will charm you with certain honor caress your soul and will be fonder than the deer and evening roe who doesn't with the sunset go To assure your days are pleasant spent not taking you then having went onto a foreign road and way and taken all you have today I give and ask little in return except reciprocate you learn and give what I have given you to others so that they can too Have a love and understand what makes a woman and a man. Proverbs chapter 5 chap 31:10-31 COPYRIGHT © 2009 Duboff Law Group LLC
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Added on July 10, 2011 Last Updated on July 10, 2011 AuthorPoetryofProvidenceORAboutVoracious reader , love ancient Historians and tracing ideology and belief systems, small talent in poetry so some have said , love people of every sort even if I don't agree on lifestyle makes for go.. more..Writing
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