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As soon as these gates are opened up for me
On my skin the water these great waters are falling
I gently kiss her as the water nibbles on the napes of our necks
From a union of mighty water to little droplets finally just specs
Under the water fall lays a man with a heart filled with what is to be
A yearning to be married into a heart as lovely as his own
Cognizant that his goals are deteriorated into mists as the very water he has committed to
He can’t help but be moved by the transformation of the mighty blue
There is nothing so strong as gentleness
And nothing so gentle as true strength
Yes, he knows this quote very well
And as the mist of the mighty water tickles his skin he knows that this is the perfect sell
That from what ever depths of what ever mind this quote had fermented
He knew that he to had to have been standing at the bottom of a mighty fall
Or maybe not even at all
It’s just the epiphany in his soul that created this link
And through it all he can only help but think
That my all love, all that I do is a product of this, your love
For in this union where I am the iron fist, you are my velvet glove



Copyright © 2007 Domonique Murdock