Come thee lord, come to me,
For thou art He,
And I am only a flea,
So teacheth me from A to Zee,
Come thee lord, come to me,
For I can blessed be,
For I am the gravel of sand,
And thou art sea,
Come thee lord, come to me,
For I am sick of the people around me,
Thou art supreme of beings,
So showeth me how to gel with my fraternity,
Come thee lord, come to me,
For I want to see thee and be glee,
For I want to flee with thee,
Forever and ever unto infinty,
Come thee lord, come to me,
Come thee lord, to take me with thee,
For I would like to be buried in your chest,
Forever and ever unto eternity
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2 comments:
lovely poem....u have a rhyming rythm beating with ur heart....i must say. plannin on salvation eh? looks like ...:P
salvation? what's that? :P
In fact my winamp's playing "Kashmakash" by a band called Alms for Shanti - listen to it n u'll understand what I'm saying. :)
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