The Flirt

The Flirt

He’s loving and kind; somewhat loquacious;
some even claim he talks too much;
when speaking to ladies, he becomes flirtatious;
false modesty becomes his crutch.

Many have noticed he becomes self-critical;
but that just adds to his appeal;
others have observed; he’s quietly analytical;
only saying

Lusting For Love

Lusting For Love

Lust is a longing for something we desire;
something we can’t do without;
lust is intense; like a consuming fire;
you might even call it devout.

Love is a permanent eternal connection;
an energy drawing two souls together;
marriage is beyond any mere affection;
a coupling,

The Impertinence Of Time

The Impertinence Of Time

How can such arrogance long survive;
when life only exists in the sublime;
how can we keep such irrelevance alive;
such as, the impertinence of time.

Time honestly believes he’s the king;
standing above the affairs of man;
keeping a close watch over everything;
pretending

The Weight Of The World

The Weight Of The World

As I grow old; I sense a transition;
a deeper connection above;
it’s not unusual; a natural condition;
a deeper link to God’s love.

Everything living is interconnected;
part of a universal consciousness;
all must die; to become resurrected;
growth leads to righteousness.

The Devil Within

The Devil Within

There is a great evil among us;
attempting to conquer and win;
with a tireless will to become us;
for he is the devil within.

We are keenly aware that he exists;
tho his whispers; we barely hear;
an annoying mosquito; he persists;
me thinking he’s

No Enemies To Love

No Enemies To Love

To love your enemies; seems noble, to some;
but it all depends on your perspective;
to have no enemies; seems more noble to one;
God is the only one who is objective.

When the Master told us to love our neighbor;
he didn’t just refer

My One True Love

My One True Love

I know my love followed me into this life;
the woman who’s destined for me;
she is the woman God chose as my wife;
to be with, throughout all eternity.

When I first met her; she was born too late;
so our parents kept us

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