When dreams fade and the days waste is on your bedpost Open a window, scream out loud, let God know it's host. Being in love does cost something-everything to one who is not I cannot anylonger have f…

[Mary Ann Isom]

When dreams fade and the days waste is on your bedpost

Open a window, scream out loud, let God know it's host.

Being in love does cost something-everything to one who is not

I cannot anylonger have feelings that are unreciprocated'

Whay cannot I have  the man I have anticipated?

Coming to terms with the inner want in need

finds that my guy keeps me in heat.

He is someone, I want to know for the rest of forever

and wait until  his Spell takes me up like pure feathers,

I love you before and I love you afterwards and I will sharenone of this love, not even for the least of them. 

Being me that they want cannot but bite the dust, my love is of a Mighty God and our love is written in the Cosmos,  Be proud to be able to say or see or hear or feel or whatever. 

I owe only my love to mylover and He will and shall take me upon wings of Absolute Love and Ventures we have tomorrow.

I create the feelings, he knows me now, no more questions to the facade the fiddler.  No hands of the dibbler,  It will be so.