Wednesday, 30 November 2016

I, for you

I throb
Drenching in veneration
Like skin on drum
Beats that play for you
 
I dance
Drowning in love
Like melody from His flute
Tears enough to bathe you
 
I cry
Burning in passion
Like an ant in wilderness
Yearning to merge with you
 
I laugh
Soaking in ecstasy
Like sugar in warm milk
I become, to serve you
 
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