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Oh precious my need. How I crave.
I do not wish you to be barren as an empty cave.

For that thought is a wish and I a fish.
Ever flowing through streams of living wave.

My morsel a partition yet again.
I knew a foundation and when life insecure began.

Foundation stone setting rock how still.
When life up-heaves and restores or is blessed.

I cursed not the sweetest frame but saw virtue sane.
Till I became what I shall not bring in or reign.

Multitude silence and a piece or vain.
My passion for what is loved is beyond me.
Far as I the eye can see.

I rest knowing her to my insecurities.
The trial I not worthy yet for what plea.
I shall bow the knee.

A sweetness where life roams free.
Is it a destiny or prophecy or cause of deed?
Oh how sweet the happiness need.

Forsake it not at thine existence.

Mortified by a lustful act and kiss.
O mercy tree of memory and bliss.

For you are love in me.
An inspiration though I hated by thee.
I describe multitude to be besides ye.
Hopefully civil among a tree.

Where the roots plant their ground so deep
Is like a romance that others sweep.
Even I on a sovereign gale.
Is not the purest - desperate on sail.

For what others see, my treasure not pride or greed.
Though ego in me challenging a self steed.
It rest assure my faithful keep.
A treasure store, O so deep.

The arguments shout hell to me.
Or I do not ask for peace to consequence of thee.
Therefore what say O power.
When failing of thee thine hour?

Upon the stars and the fallen.
So precious art thou.
In idols of shames
Yet led me to defend names.

No need to speak thine word by sword.
For my cry and in support hath you heard.
The relative proofs of evidences speak.
O humble and meek.

Innocence I value in the weak.
The strong upheld by they to we.
Yet I the broken of the way.
What shall I say?

I state to them ancestral compassion.
To I know not my generation's ration.
Material not I seek.
Yet life besought so bleak.

Tempted by treasure store,
History bore.
The mind broken well.
Who could tell?

Only those who ask or suffer thee.
Impatience not to be nor ridicule of me.
My treasure virtue higher than proclamation.
It leads to satisfaction and sensation.

I can never be fully satisfied.
But to know that whom is civil and love.
Yet tested among my way is a purity or flying dove.
I reach for the grasp of her hand.

And influence of heart in me.
Where should it start of He.
If no longer my claim is to see.
It shall be with inspiration love so divine.

It is a sign even that one whom endure.
Shall not commit affair or massacre as before.
Yet in his heart greater beyond manifest -
In that which is sincere and sweet.

Not to claim a morsel's piece or meat.
I be a dog and creature prowl.
Let out a noble yell.
The lustful mighty howl.

At thine moon or sun shine
The thoughts repeat and glow.
Yet life keeps the pure in part to sow.
As sweet as life tells me to be a bow.

To tie that knot with my lover
How any person would for hopefully their own hover.
It is affectionate or sweet or sour she be.
Hopefully not of carnal crave for me to enter in.

Like a raven's nest.
She carries a man or beast with her hands and breasts.
But imagery of a fool like me I need to head rest.
I can only try so hard to please.

Some like to be aggressive or tease.
Therefore they want more want or to displease.
Any man would bow their knees.
Restraint with the birds and bees.

O how hard the rod and temptation.
To act my nature or a true self in loyal redemption.
Begging my sickness go away or it be cursed to stay.
A dream of domination and riding my lover a certain way.
While the older and younger lustfully play.

Trying to clear my mind and that of pride.
Life goes down a spiral ride.
Mortified in that tide -

By true love and care, and with mercy compassion and not way immoral,
I am hopefully with due diligence some day and get used to much to abide.

At her command and need.
Even though sickly or not a seed.
I want healing grace to bring.
To keep me with her many wings.

And the world it knew thee, yet refuses to know.
How life had fallen and O matchless grace to bestow.

I am no more worthy than the traveler.
For I am bound by my laziness desire or lack require.
Fuel not my passion and that which is dire.
Like the elders who tried of wrong to fuel a fire.

Over shielded yet scared I be.
Of habit, health cause to immorality.
I not the purest but of a pure.
For grace to me despite my action set free, life endure.

For by much I not worthy to a wife or future mother.
Of some to be not caring of others and relationships.
Or those to wrongly or some how bother.
Sometimes I wonder, if I would be not lustful in days or omitted.
But a good father well committed.

Even if she a true love bare no child.
I will be not cross and mild.
I to know the cost of those who engage.
As well as some of them reconciled.

How does much say maturity overly rated.
The secret shines with her permission and hopefully not force,
Also choice to asking for passionate way to be.

When one thinks they are not loved and therefore need nature to needing lust.
Immaturity and or life so caring and sweet.
To unmerciful and abusers meat to be tested of habit be.

To have a taste of part that may affect, what satisfies the bodily touch.
Knowing it is not too late cause one did not enter to witness the cave.
Yet humble and loving, two lovers cling.
True love to romance or lust others bring.

Life will not teach me.
The truth of much to humility.
Not even the family in the age.
What sanctifies we.

Be satisfied O life and mercy tree.