ruffledheart

With immense addling, my heart wringer As, how and why, there is no “Amour bell” on ringer What encumbered it, What is so trammelling, My dear It could be affable and amiable Listen to It’s ‘Plus’, O hear! It’s been so long since am trying With nail on head n heart am lying Each morrow, I desire to be your heart’s desire Each dusk, makes my heart burn with Fire. The “Third Degree” to me that you attempt A ‘peck of love’ is what my bosom tempt Believe me, it isn’t high as uphill It is just to dive-in and stay still….. I come to you with rose, You come to me with Gun Why and what makes you crusty, Dear Hon It is love all over that could make you win It is tenderness that makes you fly with no fin. Come up you one , and I’ll take two before The day “They” made me see you, You stood in my core I stand affirm, on you being my bosom’s pash You are the one for whom my heart goes rash. ...

Do not I know, ‘bout the number of times I shall bow my head before you, My Master! Your hands seem to be showering hymn Of the ultimate Bliss, O Master! Gracias, we feel of the very blessedness That with Your own Grace, we procured By Your Graciousness, Your Highness With happiness we Aboard! J Make Your hands over our head, always n forever We truly want Your Euphoria over us to rover..