It is your grace that brings paradise to this place...

and my pen gets turned on as the ink rushes to the ball point tips...

in the days to come the love poets will write of how I tasted salvation on your lips...

and together we made a creation in the beginning...

and it is always good...

and our love language will be understood...

like the father...

the alpha of beautiful black and gold’sand omega royalty purple finisher…

never dogging golden boots on golden street...

angels take notice as the pearls shall be sewn together as the fabric of our holy yet erotic bed sheets...

the son will bring us redemption as our time physically bring forth resurrections of climaxes...

and though we find many position and stances we always turn to the cross's...

and when we are done the spirit so holy will hold me as it was design for the first Adam…

and I so unworthy yet made worthy, will so holy hold you as it was designed for the first woman...

from morning into the eve...

I know doubt has caused so much lack of trust...

in love…

But baby take my text and hold scripture to my words and look into These brown vision provides and believe…

Till the day I hold you and it says…

The day I kiss you and it says…

The day I miss you and it says…

Till the days that I disagree with you and still hold your heart like a diamond it says…

Till the day I only have two heart beats left and I’m willing to give them to youIt says…

It says…

I ………………………………………………love you…

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By: Ty Foard