They were three black dogs
My lady
They stopped me from entering
The Cathedral
They won’t pray; they won’t allow
Me either
My lady the Cathedral won’t allow me either
They barked; no! They roared, they roared
I scuttled off. Angrily they said
“The Cathedral was built in the place of the iroko”
I shall return, my queen, blessed with a halo
And recite while in your Tabernacle
“I am all yours my queen and my lady
And all that I have is yours”
..Well Written.... i like the way you expressed the love nice
The obstacles of world are being parting us from our holy pray! Nice poem!
The obstacles of world are being parting us from our holy pray! Nice poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great write. A really good poem.