Mystery
Mystery
High as the sky and as free as a bee
Won’t you sit and comfort me.
Emptiness is a hurting thing
As a bee it leaves its sting.
I need comfort, warmth, and to be caressed
Won’t you try to do your best.
Won’t you come and light my fire.
Won’t you fill my hearts desire.
Won’t you please put me to a test
Am I more of a man or am I less.
Do I satisfy your inner most needs
When I dropp my fertile seed
Or is it ‘as life will have it be’
Always- ‘a mystery.’
poem by Louis Rams
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