by Napoleon Broughton

Created on: October 03, 2009   Last Updated: December 14, 2009

You watching this? I mean this love that's begotten, this emotional eternal bliss. Motioning your body as you await my arrival to immensely merge the two. Your love, Lord Have Mercy, I am coming home for you.

Like a humid summer breeze I appear on a spring night. I leap to return to your love

I find myself imagining your smile each day even after I plan not to do so. I seem to get caught up in the magic of your eyes, and it often interrupts my flow. For you and only you, I yearn?

You watching that? I mean the time as days grow nearer as I make my way back. Positioning your presence for my return to passionately exhibit only you. Your love, Lord Have Mercy, whatever you say, I shall do.

Like a cold winter wind I appear with the sun’s full force. I leap to return to your love

I find myself visualizing your person for the sake of what it means to me. Don't you go altering anything pretty lady, because I will be coming home soon myself to see. What could be better than my return?

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