A Child Like Love
God has entrusted me with a kind heart a love
She is not able to requite the love in me and
So many times eye pour it out
Eye still spill my milk out on the ground
She keeps her love for me and keeps it in a place eye found
It's not a locked or chained black box but flesh and blood made out of love she comes to me and shares it all with this poor man with this poor one a heart of stone was given me by all the everyone I ever saw before this new love for me is kind this new love for me is mine
This sublime wine this mon ange this mon amie is love for me
This pochauntus fantasy this pookie if you will of satisfying stuff.
This poor man loves this angel laying in the dust still loves.
My child like love. Her mon ange. Her love.
