*IN YOUR ARMS*

 

In the warmth of your embrace

Rain not withstanding

With lips of soothing praise

Never tired of standing.

I know you're there

Minus the cold and umbrella

I'm sure you Dear

Are my honey flavored Vanilla

Take the rain,

And the Umbrella.

You remove my pain

With songs of sonorous acapella.

© IMMACULATE EMMANUEL

IBEKWE®

2016
Form- Love

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