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Small Sayings:


His words that are so sweet,
As if knowing what flavor I wish to eat,
Yet bitter is the after taste.
His face covered in a shroud,
To Me,
And the crowd,
But in speaking of all pleasantry,
As I bird-walk to fly across a topic,
Who is he?

There are so many small sayings,
That flow from his mouth,
Some condescending,
I must admit,
But who am I to judge such a person bound by fate?
Whom to many submit.

Precariously,
My mind travels to the whispers being told,
As I bask in the succulent smell of bliss,
Yet it is my own thought that is to be scold,
For I have fallen prey,
For such a magnificent being,
Flustered I pace,
My mind teeming,
With thoughts at such an unobtainable creature,
Whos very soul seems to glow,
And brighter is every feature,
Captured I am,
Forever captivated as I once again hear,
His words that are so sweet...