The church is my forest
\nThe forest my church
\nLay under a spell
\nAnd there she will perch
\nsanctioned to surrender
\nA potion of dew
\nA notion of sap as we wrap
\nOn into<\/p>\n
She is Never excessive
\nExpressively so
\nFrugal her abstinence
\nGoes with the flow
\nFestooned in such wonderment
\nUnfallen soul
\nWhose arms are the boughs
\nAnd whose branches control<\/p>\n
Bloodless and blameless
\nFaultless to a tee
\nTreelike and beautiful
\nSuch purity
\nHer ardour of sanctity
\nHonours us all
\nIncorrupt and immaculate
\nHowever tall<\/p>\n
Her candour was obvious
\nRight from the start
\nHer reception of rapture
\nWithin her heart
\nA great acclamation
\nThe wind in her leaves
\nAnd a seal of approval
\nIn what she believes<\/p>\n
Hug her and feel her
\nAnd be her within her
\nHold her in high esteem
\nWind dance and share
\nSing with the birds
\nAnd honour her fragrance
\nShe be the gOddess
\nOf whom I’m aware<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The church is my forest The forest my church Lay under a spell And there she will perch sanctioned to surrender A potion of dew A notion of sap as we wrap On into She is Never excessive Expressively so … Continue reading