Justan Mitchell
2016-04-13 12:00 am
The Near Perfect Gift In the former days of boyish ways, I walked in a maze and talked on then plains, of my humanness. And of this list my name was skipped, like a gone astray wish of a dreamscape in which, I could only reminisce. But now that I've awakened my love has been accepted by you, the near perfect gift. So this time words and I try to rhyme, hoping to duplicate the magnified vibe that transmitted from your eyes, but when I over intellectualize, a development of nearsightedness takes me by surprise. So in the name of the most high my refuge and supply I've been blessed with a divine, and through that intervention the spirit translates my earthly dimensions, developing gateways to elevate toward worthy extensions of which I've never transcended, and I should mention that proverbs 31 represents a flair of dimness next to the rare exquisiteness of you the near perfect gift. A.V. A.M.
0 Justan Mitchell
2016-04-13 12:00 am
Mother Mother of Style and Grace the load carrier of the race Mother, our comforter of shade in mid summer. Mother, our near perfector, the rare refresher of constant blessings from the fair blesser, from He who blessed Her. Mother, desiring to bring up the multitudes, after a long nine months of serving two Mother, responsible being for all of humanity, and all the other creatures we see. Motherhood, to the single fathers doing what you are supposed to do, raising the levels of consious understanding, this one's for you, mothers too. My Mother, One with a Queen's eye and high esteemed Pride, blessed with a natural high, off life she flies. I Love, Honor and Adore this Mother of mine. Mother of Style and Grace, she can light up a room with her smiling face! But be careful, don't let a woman scorned takeover a loving Mother's place! Mother will discipline when pushed the wrong way, now it's the grands who better fast and pray! Teacher of many lessons, Mother of Style and Grace. For my Mother. C.L.M
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