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It is love that keeps me looking to the hills From which cometh my help My help cometh from you My new age ism My complex prism of thought Keep my mind processing images Intimate moments constantly playing in my head like scrimmages And your style drives me wild like breakin' in the streets It might be the summer heat But in you I see the presence of Luamerava Calling me to worship your lips Create alters in honor of your hips And receive blessings through the senses of your fingertips Is that the wind or did I just manifest your kiss Warm and soothing like dew on a rose I predisposed the notion ‘my love for you’ is concrete Not just skin deep But it flows through my veins as if you were put into needles You got me feenin’ like Devonte Even thinking about you put me on a tangent that could last for eternity We’ll save that for heaven Now in digression I must recall That it is love that keeps me looking to the hills Because in those hills Is where my help cometh from My help is you So I am happy to be Looking to the hills Looking to you To understand my words, you must first understand my mind. Balik737 |