The silent sail of 'soon';
perfection of a full moon.
The coming of a miracle;
time with a broken shackle.
The assassination of a 'wait';
flying on the wings of faith.
I see the fine face of 'light';
the desperation of delight.
The return of happiness;
disappearance of deep darkness.
The sweet strokes of success;
Satisfaction will soon be in excess.
The obituary of my worries;
sorrow drowned in histories.
rough times don't last...
a sweet meal for our past.
The rays of a rainbow.
Darkness delved a blow.
Succour with a sweet smile...
success ascending an aisle
By Mc Shapiro
Friday, 8 September 2017
SWEET STROKES OF SUCCESS
The silent sail of 'soon';
perfection of a full moon.
The coming of a miracle;
time with a broken shackle.
The assassination of a 'wait';
flying on the wings of faith.
I see the fine face of 'light';
the desperation of delight.
The return of happiness;
disappearance of deep darkness.
The sweet strokes of success;
Satisfaction will soon be in excess.
The obituary of my worries;
sorrow drowned in histories.
rough times don't last...
a sweet meal for our past.
The rays of a rainbow.
Darkness delved a blow.
Succour with a sweet smile...
success ascending an aisle
By Mc Shapiro
perfection of a full moon.
The coming of a miracle;
time with a broken shackle.
The assassination of a 'wait';
flying on the wings of faith.
I see the fine face of 'light';
the desperation of delight.
The return of happiness;
disappearance of deep darkness.
The sweet strokes of success;
Satisfaction will soon be in excess.
The obituary of my worries;
sorrow drowned in histories.
rough times don't last...
a sweet meal for our past.
The rays of a rainbow.
Darkness delved a blow.
Succour with a sweet smile...
success ascending an aisle
By Mc Shapiro
Monday, 4 September 2017
ALWAYS YOU
Beauty that can't age;
the consistency of an adage.
I'm addicted to your name;
apparently love is to blame.
My candid comfort;
a pillar no one can abort
The blood in my veins;
without you, life is in vain.
The sweetness of honey;
you're worth more than money.
My definite sunrise...
there's always hope in your eyes.
The mother of my children;
the envy of other women.
Even if my choice was wrong;
you remain my pair of lungs.
The sweetness in a sensation;
you've given my life a direction.
If the sky refuses to be blue;
still it will forever be you.
By Mc Shapiro
the consistency of an adage.
I'm addicted to your name;
apparently love is to blame.
My candid comfort;
a pillar no one can abort
The blood in my veins;
without you, life is in vain.
The sweetness of honey;
you're worth more than money.
My definite sunrise...
there's always hope in your eyes.
The mother of my children;
the envy of other women.
Even if my choice was wrong;
you remain my pair of lungs.
The sweetness in a sensation;
you've given my life a direction.
If the sky refuses to be blue;
still it will forever be you.
By Mc Shapiro
ALWAYS YOU
Beauty that can't age;
the consistency of an adage.
I'm addicted to your name;
apparently love is to blame.
My candid comfort;
a pillar no one can abort.
The blood in my veins;
without you, life is in vain.
The sweetness of honey;
you're worth more than money.
My definite sunrise...
there's always hope in your eyes.
The mother of my children;
the envy of other women.
Even if my choice was wrong;
you remain my pair of lungs.
The sweetness in a sensation;
you've given my life a direction.
If the sky refuses to be blue;
still it will forever be you.
By Mc Shapiro
the consistency of an adage.
I'm addicted to your name;
apparently love is to blame.
My candid comfort;
a pillar no one can abort.
The blood in my veins;
without you, life is in vain.
The sweetness of honey;
you're worth more than money.
My definite sunrise...
there's always hope in your eyes.
The mother of my children;
the envy of other women.
Even if my choice was wrong;
you remain my pair of lungs.
The sweetness in a sensation;
you've given my life a direction.
If the sky refuses to be blue;
still it will forever be you.
By Mc Shapiro
GOD
A being surrounded in mystery,
Adorned in an overwhelming glory.
A phenomenon devoid of any theory.
Your beginning precedes history,
And your ending in until infinity.
Three persons in one holy entity.
With words you created the cosmos;
A clear reflection of your perfection.
Of all your perfect celestial creations,
The imperfect man you love the most.
Yet of your existence, some debate,
Which for them is very unfortunate.
For me, your existence is 100% evident,
And for your unmerited love am grateful.
Your laws I'll obey without argument,
For in your hands am just a mere tool.
Written by Paramind
Adorned in an overwhelming glory.
A phenomenon devoid of any theory.
Your beginning precedes history,
And your ending in until infinity.
Three persons in one holy entity.
With words you created the cosmos;
A clear reflection of your perfection.
Of all your perfect celestial creations,
The imperfect man you love the most.
Yet of your existence, some debate,
Which for them is very unfortunate.
For me, your existence is 100% evident,
And for your unmerited love am grateful.
Your laws I'll obey without argument,
For in your hands am just a mere tool.
Written by Paramind
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