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MY BLISS DEPENDS UPON THE POETRY OF THY SENSES
- by Viwe Simon Ehad Tshali (MakaSkill)

Sleeping in the warming comfort
...of your arms,
Sharing generously the most sacred
...of your belongings,
Waking in the morn eagerly from the warmth
...of your presence,
Walking in the silver streets
...of your soul,
Eating from the abundant table
...of your wisdom,
Drinking from the golden chalice
...of your kindness,
Grazing in the green pastures
...of your love,
Ruling the benedicted kingdom
...of your heart,
Making my world complete ... because
Of your firmly standing, believing in me,

Supplicating the Sacred Keepers
...of your being,

To aid myself ...
To fo’e’ver make bliss a good humored tune
That ceases not to play in thy convivial heart

Beacause ...
... My Love ...
Without You , my life is like a black hole


- viwe simon ehad tshali
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