Morsels Of Love
A man with needs
A body famished,
A disease of lusts, satisfactions from food to cure this sadness,
Every morsels of love put into the body, ensured the living vessel, the continuations of the good outcomes,
Every desire of the wishmasters,
Entertained, fullfilled, makes these intolerable beings satisfied,
Anything of gourments, comes from an array of appetite,
Satisfy this lonely soul in the company of other stars,
Tonight you are my shinning star, from my lonely heaven,
Tonight we call upon love to guide us to this immortal glory,
God made, unmade this mortal ambiguity.
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