My King

My King—standing strong
Brave—the image of the Universe
Sculpt like a rare marble stone
Brave—he calls me his love,
Kiss my feet, my eyes, my body
like the thundering storm
Kiss the earth and I bloom
Many flower of various colors
At the sprinkles of its showers,
I welcome His presence
My King—standing strong
Brave—the image of the Universe
in silence he caresses, loves every
Part of me with passion and I
Love HIM tenderly
Brave–the image of the Universe
The image of the living God,
My King.
.
Empress M.

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