Does the heart speak?

Do our mouths speak what the heart wants?
With subtle hints and sexual flaunts
Do we wander this earth

From the depths of my heart
And throughout each and every part
I hear a loud and relentless scream
It is of all this killing

Inside the deepen depths of my heart

His love is not a myth

Neither a mirage within

His journey is never long

For he is no ordinary

That precious warmth that I held in my arms
A newborn son for all to see
As he breathed softly against my breast
I knew he

 “A PLACE IN MY HEART”

BE WATCHFUL OF “THE LAMB IN WOLVE’S CLOTHING”.  Satan will