The Restless Heart

the light is not our own sight, but the source of its tinder box in the fire of love that keeps burning and feeling deep within its measure the times that we keep to so much pleasure. there is only one fire in the life given in the time giving to be Her own wife. and her own stepsister find every good deed in someone other than your own and fill every day according to what was said and to was needed and to what is to be in Me. and when i hold this tree down i hold her close to Me the one i needs. and i would Her cry again i would die in love Here then. likeness is the fondness of our own heart that shares in the need to one in three days of love wrapped around its tree holding up in Me the sweet taste of its deep. the tastes of her love all over Me in three Heavens. the roots of her tender box made to Heaven the cave of wonders the taster of others within Me. and  all who dear, taste the nectar of Her second coming twice into the garden of and the her soft hair as i inhale the fragrance of the beast that wet and juicy feast that went  across my eye it is a garden of freshness a peach to every bite i seek to every time we meet the across that most beautiful trim that for Me the softness across my belly the pearls of jelly, and the fruits of my own that are deep in season the light of God and reason that man should never be alone because of the that one in him to their own who are warm inside and outside who better in bed than the summer and who are my creates our harden branch to be sticking out like a throne woman. i hurt every time i outreach for something new something soft as something true that like in taste of her fruit as the warmth of the day that had Me rising hard across the way to find a path and stay right next to them in Heaven for the fruit up two seven and ate measurements that had crossed over into the tinder box that sparked the life of three Heavens in Me that two for every day that was given for Me to stay in Her gardener as one of Her keepers. three would set the fourth one back unto the last one is in the first and ten, "i want it so bad that i think about it now and then," i am your closest friend. the tenderness of your heart reaching out of the dark and into our soul. and the debt of the deep into its own loving cave that shook the world until it could hold its own and shivered as it would shake the fruits to eat of this Tree back down onto Me.