well this one is something that i wrote long long time ago.. its a little stupid... but somehow i like it.. here it is anyways...
In the chariot of my lord,
I flew to heaven.
Moments spelled me in to blossoms,
In that sweet home of the lord.
He welcomed this mysery maison,
In to his marvelous mansion,
Utterly bewildered,blushing,
did stand this servant,
Unusually and humbly bent.
Neither did he summon nor spell burst,
but treated this guestly servant's thirst.
His face wore a tone of sweetness,
Gently, unconsidering my past reluctant meakness,
softly like air washed feather,
did bring those palms of love,
on the forehead of this dove.
Then quoted in motherly tone,
"My dear little child."
Then it was broad,
My mother is my lord!
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