We Shall... Marry: Stage 3A Poem by Rufus "Mr Blaque" Lacy, JrSpring has eclipsed the
surrounding foliage Dressing the towering
saplings with fresh clothing of green Sounds travel as
projectiles from the forest creatures Euphoric melodies dash to
drums of the ears As the two sitting on a blanket
enjoying each other Accepting the gift to
embrace new beginnings Sipping the creation of
crushed refined grapes And sampling cultured
milk cubes and baked grains With plentiful giggles
escaping, indulging locked pupils Equips the body for the
next endeavor
Time has been
distributed through guided passions Months have passed from
the first touch of lips Displaying an endless
quantity of affection Toward one another,
expecting no return The feelings that are relevant,
surface effectively As the outside world
gaze upon true happiness This romance has taken a
turn for longevity Understanding that no
one’s existence is needed Occupying the correct
moment to merge two essences With a question and
union until God and Peers
“I don’t understand how the heavens can
release her An angel touching my
principle of heart Encapsulating the
feelings of my yearning Her spirit has sailed to
the center of me Paralyzing my ideas of
singular deliberation Requiring her to be a
lifetime acquaintance”
“He has renovated my world Dreaming of rising with
this graceful suitor Has persuaded my empathy
of everlasting love I am weak within his
presence No other knight can win
this tournament Fore he is my single
true companion”
“I
have traversed the globe seeking divinity as you Praying
for the blessing of loves messenger To
release you for me, I love, love, love you You
have bewitched me body and soul I
do not waver the natural effects of this Marry
me, fore you are my breathe Marry
me, fore you are my desire Marry
me, fore you are my core Marry
me”
“Yes” © 2013 Rufus "Mr Blaque" Lacy, JrReviews
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StatsAuthorRufus "Mr Blaque" Lacy, JrElk Grove Village, ILAboutMy name is Rufus Lacy. I am an intercity child, born and raised on Chicago Westside (Garfield Park), as a youth I spend the summers in Money, Mississippi working on my grandparent’s farm and pla.. more..Writing
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