Awaiting Thou Return - Poem by Morris Johnson
The pearl that was once found, covered in misery and hurt, belongs to the one who creates such beauty. Ever if I could capture beauty in the palm of my hand I too would not be worthy to withstand its value for it is priceless. Distraught, I look beyond my means and only imagine what if…
Baby those few words paraphrase your true value to a hopeless man who seeks true beauty but is afraid of its presence. The top of my world is where you are among the great goddess that completes all mankind.
Venture into the wild with a young vagabond and let down your hair but up hold your beauty for it is extinct of your sexiness. On the other side is where I reside, praying to the one that created the unimaginable rose among beast.
There are four chambers to one’s heart but I have only one for true loves’ entrance. Awaiting its arrival with tears of joy is where I stand alone, seeming so foolish. For I know of a diva with a smile so bright and full would make even dead men awake from slumber and rest.
Till the moment she forgives me for my folly ways I shall not sleep. For rest is only for those with a heart of ease and of peace. Please return unto me wherefore torment will cease upon the notice of your presence. Love, my love, my first and my last…please reach me in time.
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