Soundtrack of Love

Love can be a blessing disguised as a curse & I’ve arrived to traverse this earth’s turf in search of that prize which will allow me to desert this worldly disguise of hurt & lies that has deprived my self-worth since I was derived from the dirt by He who gives birth/

We have arrived at that time in our lives when girls become brides & every guy would sacrifice his life just to see that spark of surprise in her eyes/

I’m in search of the woman who cut has cut her ties with the devil’s lies & now resides in the Light of the true Love of my life/

She’s an hourglass in the palm of God’s hand & I’m the last calm grain of sand to ask if I can pass through to complete His plan/

She says she likes how I write about life & my insights derived from the Light send her soul into flight/

I would treat her soul as a sacred acre created by our Maker & work free of charge as her caretaker/

She takes that little black book everywhere you look so she can cook up a hook with  those words that keep her stable in her own secret nook/

It enables her to feel like the last rook in the chess ring finally at home & alone with her King/

She laughs at the devil and what he’s trying to bring cuz she knows she’ll never stoop to his level or end up under his wing/

She’s not new to the struggles of life & its troubles so you know this old soul will fight to climb outta the rubble/

She loves to watch the blood of the sky run as the mountains penetrate the sun on its predictable plunge/

She says her soul is a spiritual sponge that had to expunge every past lover who left her heart stung with the barrel of his gun/

No thanks, I don’t smoke/

Instead, I use my throat to invoke hope & try not to choke on the lies this world told just so it could gloat/

When you asked me to hold your coat cuz there was no rack I discovered that your voice is the soundtrack of love & I’m the glove trying to catch this angel from above/