My Love Is A Gift By Rev. Morgan


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In the ancient kingdoms of long ago

Speaking words of love in the ancient tongues

The languages now forgotten

How empty was her soul even now

Without him by her side

They held each other close in the dark

She felt him enter her chambers

Even when he was, absent from her presence

She heard his voice in her slumber deep

And reached out her hand to him

She opened her eyes in the darkness

To find he was not there

Her soul screamed in its agony

She felt the hot tears on her face

He had her soul

Her love had been a gift she put in his hands…

Now everything seemed to be adrift

Tossing and turning on the ocean tides

Never truly knowing the reasons why

How love is a fleeting thing

Trust became hot tears of sorrow

Burrowing deep into the heart of

The princess of long ago

What truth is this? The truth she hears.

Is there more to be told of this disturbing tale

That rips asunder heart and soul…and leaves the mind

Wretched with the thoughts of unknown emotion

Oh but for one moment that he would confess his true desire

Confess a love borne of such lies and deceit

To regain his honor

Searching deep within the recesses of his own heart

That such truth should be a lantern of light to set his spirit free

The Goddess lift his soul to the Heavens, to sit at the feet of the Holy Ones

In complete surrender of that truth…

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