I was walking in the cool of the day and the wind came forth and touched my skin,
As a woman that feels the love she is about to encounter when she is ready.
One smile from her lips warms my heart, as if it were the sun,
when the rays would open the rose with it's warmth.
There is an illumination that comes the teeth, that would make the heart jump for joy
With in the center of a woman's beauty there lies, the core of her emotions.
As if she were a flower, the essence of a rose lies within the mist of it's scent.
With one whiff and one is captivated and brought to silence.

In a man's heart there are words that can not be utter
His Light is the wisdom that is used
Hidden deep within are the secrets that soon will unfold
As a rose in the spring time so is the heart of that man
The mist of the rain bring him joy
For it gives life to him and the hopes of receiving more rain
For being in it's presence leaves the heart speechless at times
When there should be sound
I've heard the thunder in the mist of a quite storm
The rain is hidden within the heart of the sky
When the rose is open, it can see all of the rain that the sky is able to give

BEAUTY IS THAT WHICH CAN BE HELD IN THE HEART
PICTURES ARE FOREVER IN THE HEART OF THE EMOTIONS
WHEN LOVE IS FOUND THIS IS A PICTURE OF HOPE.
PICTURES COME AT DIFFERENT TIMES IN LIFE TO SHOW THE WAY TO LOVE
AS ONE WHO WALKS IN THE MIST THEREOF.
THE BEAUTY OF A PICTURE CAN NEVER BE CHANGE
SO IS THE BEAUTY OF THE ONE IN PICTURE
FROM THE SMILE ON HER LIPS TO THE HAIR DOWN HER BACK
WHO CAN BE LIKEN UNTO THIS BEAUTY THAT IS UNTOLD IN MANY FACTS.

There is a smile that can only be seen
When the suns rays radiate from ones heart
The essence of a woman is be handle with much care.
As the hands of love will caress with out a touch
The lips of love will receive a tear thats shed from the one to whom it belongs.As one who walks in the mist of the night in search of that which is not lost. I have found that to believe is not that which is hoped for; and to hope is that which is not found. From the dawn of the night and the mist of the day the heart hurts no more of the pain of longing to be held by love once more

When a rose is open in the mist of the night
There is a beauty that can be seen thats untold
In the mist of that rose is the essence of it's scent
that comes from within I can hear as the rose starts to speak
with word that can not be utter. In it's silence the rose will close just to take in the moment. Time will stand still as the wind starts to blow and a sound is not heard

I know the pain you been through, I know the shame that you have felt,
When you were all a lone in your bedroom, When there was no one to help.
Cryin out for some one but no one heard the screams. The enemy's in the room doin things that shouldn't be. You started to cry with your eye's close tight, sayin why did this happen to me? I want to die, Jesus please help? Take this pain from my heart. There are no more screams to be heard, No more more shame to be felt, No more tears to be shed. No more tears O' LOrd I cry no more

I once saw a man who was standing afar off with his hands waving in the past. A vision was shown unto me and what did I see, with my eye's wide open his wounds were deep and bloody, it was hideous he didn't even look like a man. What was going on here all I could see were the bones in his ripped flesh. He was blind and couldn't speak a deaf mute; sores were all over his body. Then I saw the water and blood poured out from his side. I almost couldn't look at this site that I was seeing, but it was hard to turn away from it because he had holes in his hands and feet.

The Love I have for you shows in the tears in my eye's with salt on your lips, Your essence I shall always embrace. You linger in my mind as one who walks in hot sand ; the sun has no strength when it comes to your beauty .

How commom has it become for those who are having babies? These unwed mothers are living in the bed of deception, feelin the reflection of thier deeds. How can this be, Unknown to god, wicked ways and forgotten days? Hear what I am sayin. Close your ears cover your eyes because they are blind, so you can see. He who has ears to hear, hear me. There are ups and downs in this jubgle where there is no way out, when you turn around and all you hear is the Tiger's growl, waiting to feast upon your flesh an untasty treat.