We laid upon a bed of glass
As stones were cast as we sinned
You were cast out of the kingdom
I was branded a whore for all to see
Chastised and flogged... I was....
They thought it would keep me from wanting your brew
Little did they know
That you were already coursing through my veins
You flow through me like the river Jordan
Staining my dreams with memories of loving you
My freedom has been taken
The likelihood of my escape
It's not in the near future
Love...They can't take that away from me
He will come and rescue me
For time is endless is his hands... you see
The window is small
Even though hope is large
The sky rolls on
As I wait your return
To lay upon a stone bed
Surely they will flank us
As they throw embers of flames upon our heads
Yet....They didn't even know....the stones they were casting
Would come back to haunt them in the end
All because love wouldn't say no.....
- Alfreda Ghee
- Poetry is a gift that I found out that I have been blessed with. The gift of word is given in many forms..Spiritually and poetically etc. Words that I express is given through love.. I feel that love is GOD and if that is so then GOD is love.. Love doesnt hurt a persons actions is what make you hurt...
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