His Lady + His Future = His Wife
By Handsum-Hart

Never had he tired
To foretell the future
By rubbing his hands
Over a ball of crystal

But this didn't stop him
From rubbing his love
All over his lady's heart
As if it was a crystal ball
And beholding how beauty
All of his heart-beating days
Would be while wedded to her

Never had he traveled
To the landscape
Between the Red Sea
And the Persian Gulf
And studied the methods used
By the soothsayers of Arabia
To predict events of the future

But this didn't stop his spirit
From traveling to the skyscape
Between the white clouds
And the Gulf of Heaven
And studying all of the methods of love
That he can use as an angel
To please his lady
And predict how happy
She will be
Forever married unto him

© 7-09-2005
Ronald Howard Moman