And like a memorial to the muse of your love,
But a fragrant blend of incense is waiting for you.
A perpetual agreement,
From generation unto generation;
But the image of your love is hanging all over my house!
And like the muse of ‘Florence Nightingale’ in my backyard,
But i will always respect my mind to lead me on.
And i can still remind her of her exact words said before me when,I took up the contract to teach you and your siblings Core-Maths.
Hopes and dreams;But the joyous life in this world is eluded by many!
But i am six miles inside you and six feet under,For the cow is frightened by the great noise!
For the sweet muse of your love is all that i need.
I am like a child to learn about your muse but,You left the world so soon for me to be your student;Life is like that at times and,You are Kwarley and death did not allow you to stay longer!For the love of your sweet candle burnt out so soon and,Death didn’t waste time on your…
The lips of wisdom,The lips of hope,He who walks in uprightness shows the reverence of Yahweh.Life in the midst of a throne,Like he who sits upon the throne;But your love is so sweet to my taste.In all labour, there is gain;But, mere talk leads to poverty.The lips of love,Knowledge comes to him who understands;For we…
