Just as I am I come.
I have not thought of myself as Fire proof,
I burn deep within and I can’t ask that,
you sin with me tonight.
Though I selflessly give myself up,
I didn’t know I would ever feel like a hopeless romantic,
Like a child craving for her mother’s touch.
Have I said I have fallen?
How did you even cross my path?
In you I discovered an everlasting bushido
You are like poetry in motion
We could pray together,
Fast together and be together.
Maybe I can’t move at your pace
But it’s because I will let you lead
And like Ruth, I simply follow.
You could call it submission,
But the star on you will never dim in my eyes
Sin with me tonight *hides face*
Just at the balcony of my apartment, I mean….
As we count stars and giggle,
As we laugh the night away in each other’s company
I vow to befriend you everyday
As God bends me in every way.
What is “bushido” asking for a friend. . .
wait, sin with me? *brings holy water and sprinkles all over the blog while speaking ‘blood of Jesus’ in an Igbo Nigerian accent. . .
I can hear an Amen?
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a code of honor en morals developed by japanese Samurai is called a bushido.
Holy water better not be from a well.
Amen
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LOL. . .
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