I ponder me a wanderer to flaunt his love and saunter to my bosom and make me dare to care whether I remain sitting there. Even in Holy Repose, my resolve to love unfolds. Though single and about my Father’s business, I romance a thought of gentility unfraught with bustle. Holy love, second only to agape, would have helped me heal and provided the zeal to grasp a righteous man’s hand at the Band Stand. GOD has a turn for me yet. Heaven’s truly my hoped for love nest – with my angel man in regal dress.
By Jerriè McGill
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