Wheels of destiny,
Bring me my love,
On your turn,
As you turn
One who is fair and squire,
One who is loving,
Giving and Forgiving,
One who is Spirit,
Mind and Body, afloat with Ease,
Certain but not threatening,
One whose words are Grace
Feet greased with Favour,
Much too much for one,
One whose lips are tender,
And knows my Gender
Whose arms are strong
And hides no wrong
Wheels of Destiny,
Bear Him please?
As you turn, on your turn.
Tinuola, I wrote a comment which may appear later, before this, where my cursor jumped and the words then located in the wrong place, please ignore that comment. I'll delet it if I see it. This is a delightful write, pouring out straight from the heart from a soul that discerns not only what is good, but what is excellent. Love is always in the air, will it come down and drown our heart with the feelings so superbly expressed herein - yes, it will: may you find this love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very pleasing, feet greased with favour