GHOSTCRAB
03-07-2007, 04:11 PM
WITHOUT BRUSHING MY HAIR The Closer I get to you,Beloved,The more I can see It is just You and I all alone In this World. I hear A knock at my door, Who else could it be,So I rush without brushing My hair.For too Many nights I have begged for Your Return And what Is the use of vanity At this late hour,at this divine season,That has now come to my folded Knees? If your love letters are true dear God I will surrender myself to Who You keep saying I Am.