at the end of the rainbow make-believe was real and dreams
Hold on to our passion the end is not the end I see your beauty
*** captivated by your style a fever of wanting overcomes me
Inspiration The praise of insight is mysteries that
Wee Hours *** The overwhelming essence in my heart
As I read my diary I reminisce of your kisses so sweet
Sways of love in body sweat skin so soft warm and wet pulling me deeper
Blind *** Your posture conceals the dark desire
Physical misery torments me impaired for life my body is weak my lips tremble
You’re the essence in love the poem in my heart
The hounds of hell wags their tails while drooling with anticipation
In my head a silent angel sleeps as I listening to the essence
the essence of your beauty permeates my soul
I hear an angel in poetic dreams sounds of love from the heart she sings
Your selfishness love’s it’s compassion in your bizarre world of conceit
