Somewhere In Life Is Love

Reflections Devine

She walks with deities in search of rhapsody
As her beauty marks grace with humbleness
Her aura seems to radiate through smiles of Sheba after Minileck’s conception
She reminds me of that beautiful servant girl
Black as the night, yet light as if through her skin God’s light
She could make any man think twice
About…

Yet I am no king

But still dream of entering your home
To run my fingers across the beads that softly kisses your neck
To look into your eyes; like those of rapturous doves
Manifested to send blessed assurance to sinners like me
Oh how Beautiful you are
You consistently enter my mind like a slave song
I mean uplifting and appealingSpiritually healing
Like Lazarus resurrecting
Your beauty brings tears to my eyes
And my tears are accompanied as Jesus looks on
And as I stare into your eyes
A quiet storm brews inside my insides
Quake my soul until the structure becomes unsteady
Allowing room to renovate
How I wish to call you Shulamite
And be unto you as a cluster of henna in the vineyards of Engedi
You are the rose of Sharon
You are the lily in the valley of thorns

Yet I am no king

But if were would fulfill your necessities the fruit of my trees
Lay you within the dainties
And anointed with healing powers of love
Cure your love sickness with my majik
I crave to see your smile like joy is a bad habit
Then again I must be hooked
Because daily doses of you is needed to fill voids
And the realms in which contemplation wander
Makes me wonder whether your kisses are as of wine
Intoxicated yet pragmatically euphoric
Breathing the breath of life with love as our hearts contort
Beloved, oh sweet Beloved
How I wish desire was a fabrication and I could humble myself

Yet I am no king

Tempted by the anarchy of coveting
I quench myself in your beauty as you speak to me of salvation
I fancy myself romancing thee
And your eyes look upon me
As Sara gazed at Abraham when told news of her blessing
But I do see evidence of omnipotence as the plot unfurls
Because planned was this world before we met
And love was what I felt for you before it was set
I used to pray for the chariot of fire
To take me to that destination unknown
But intuition told me my heaven would have eyes that touched my soul
and now I know my destination is to you
Oh Beloved how Beautiful you are
And how I pray for you
That you will one day look upon me
And see me as your Beloved
Riding towards you with the world you have dreamed

Yet, alas, I am no king.