No God but her
There is no God in Heaven
God is her smile
God is the touch of her hand
God is the gleam of her eyes
Her words are my Koran
God is the beauty of her dance
God is the memory of her caress
God does not dwell in the heavens above
She dwells in the chambers of my soul
Forever.
The time I spent with her is my Heaven
The day I see her again is my resurrection
She doesn't know she's divine.
She doesn't need to.
I know.
Howling Lamb
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I'm so glad you decided to begin blogging , you write beautifully :)
the desert welcomes you !!
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