My goddess

The afterlife is where
My heart be beating
Frantically
My soul mate she’ll be passing by
She will hopefully
Be safe and sound
Her blessed looks
Blissful graceful, she
May sometime hold me
At her breast
And she may magically
Tread the ground
To Roll Rights
The stones the hilly ring
Pee inside the magic grove
And silently will sing
Mother bird angelically
The logic of her soul
And I shall hear her
Dulcet tones wherever she doth go
Blissful graceful Portia
A witch of high regard
Softly she will roar away
Conversing with the Bard

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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