Tuesday, 18 June 2019

The more I breathe...

Each time I breathe 
You give me sense and purpose 
You love me and I to you
No wondering what’s going on or where there are clues.

You make me want to love
You give me joy and hope
I can’t stop thinking of you
I forbid this going down a devilish slope.

We refute the issues to slope  
We understand where there is joy, there is pain
Yet we are one 
And that’s where we attain.

God is our vessel
And our gifts will stay true 
As long as I am breathing
Then I continue to be love with you x  

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