Letter From Bishop To Emefa Lady Passion


To love me is to accept me as I am. I do not want to be judged for the things I do.
I want you to trust me and let me do what I feel is right. We men are always “right”
— it is a matter of love. When I feel alone, empty, a stranger, I want your eyes to tell me I am the person you love and you want me for what I am.
Do not do or say things because you think you are “honest”, do them because of your love for me, and trust me even though you think I am wrong.
Just as we do not judge our children because they are our children and we love them


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Mellow Storm

It is said, words are mightier than the sword, but eyes speak the best language, as they are the mirror of the soul. In my poem I have let the eyes melt into the heart without any words to support them. Have you ever seen yourself in this mirror of the soul?

                MIRROR OF THE SOUL

Neither the face, nor the vivid circumstances, 
It was his eyes, which made all the difference,
Never they spoke and it was not a hinderence,
As the eyes were the words for reference.

In my heart, his eyes spoke, there is a sprain,
She wanted to blink for a breath, but she sustain,
Least she miss the words, soaked in blood and pain,
He also struggled hard to stop the fight between his heart and brain.

It was time to depart and say bon voyage,
But the words still refused to come out…

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