My Feelings Poem by Berry Israel

Love bade me welcome: but my
soul drew back, guity of dust and
sin. An hundred years should go
to praise
thine eyes and on thy forehead i
gaze.
I was made to be GOLD
but i lack to be bold
like as the wave make towards
the pebbled shore
So does my minutes hasten to its
end.
Why did i loose my liver
before my very silver.
My feelings left me like an eagle
my thoughs brought me nowhere
just an angel.
Oh what a day
oh earth how was my stay.
How come my feels bought a flight
at the point i needed it for a fight.
I must love for it, yes that which was lost
because i need it return it must.