The Creator's Touch Poem by kwane Lamb

No expiration date on rocking…
With your mate…after jumping the broom…
Zoom.. zoom…
The first gift is waking up together…
Each morning…HEY! That is what we say…
That starts our day…rocking…together…
Forever is not long enough…
But we have the creator's touch…
It does much…
She is my power-up…
My queen, my butter cup…
My past was rough…She was tough…
Touché…
The creator is everywhere all of the time…
Our union is fine…Divine….
Rocking with my (Flo) …just had to let…
You know…
Two, four, six, eight, she is who I…
Appreciate…
She is my union brigade…
Turning my lemons to lemonade…
We are in the creator's parade…
Were the shade go's for days…
I can feel her racing in my veins…
Pass my heart into my brain…
Being married is a Glorious Union…
Like hop-scotch…that kids ring….
A good union…will make your heart sing….
And sing, and sing, and sing…
Wow! The best part of it…
Ooooooooooo…never want... it to quit…

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