John G. Nelson

(August 24,1976 / Monrovia, Liberia)


Catch my tears when it falls,
Fend my fears when it calls,
Save my heart from its gall.

Sing to me in a mellow tone.
Whistle wisdoms in my ears.
Speak gentle as a love song.

Feed my heart with graces,
Sow zest to yield warm face
Awaken my eyes in bonny,

Kiss my cheeks in temperate
Hug me soft, to feel its palate
Embellish my heart in solace.

Create in me the fruits of joy,
Make me jolly and stronger,
Lest I frighten, give up my soul
Place me on a bed of comfort
Gather my disquieting thoughts,
Evanesce it deep into the earth.

Soften my heart with fragrances
Grease my soul with sweet oil
Perfume them with endless love.

Submitted: Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Edited: Sunday, October 02, 2011
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