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I will never stop Loving You

When marimba rhythms start to playDance with me, make me swayLike a lazy ocean hugs the shoreHold me close, sway me more
Like a flower bending in the breezeBend with me, sway with easeWhen we dance you have a way with meStay with me, sway with me

its all started from sands and dust like moon and sun, when a stranger knocked the door of my life. it was cold and icy outside, despite the risk of getting cold flu; I took steps towards the door and welcome the stranger in my life. as the stranger was stranger, my life was reluctant in her hospitality but my intellect insisted and won the argument to facilitate this foreign body. The two unknown became one in a lovely moment of time, as I swear the oath not to stop loving this innocent stranger in my presence. despite my other vital commitments.

Although, the time was flying in speed of light, like bees for flowers and their desires for a nectar. On fine day, I asked the stranger " Who you are? ", by hearing this she felt out-and-out and replied ( keep it mystery for time). I trusted on this stranger with strong belief of to reveal one day. seasons come and go, she has her own firm belief not to reveal her identity to me, thus she never changed. As the days through the windows were passing by, In my brain thoughts, I carried this stranger to everywhere from prayer hall to my bedroom in fact to expose her my trust level. 

Hence, the stranger She said again and again; You are boy making big Nosie, playing in the streets, shouting;  when you became a Big-man,  I will whisper in your ears about the mystery, Patience, Patience. 

Therefore, Humbly I suggested that we are growing wiser or just growing tall, can you read my palms, my thoughts, my heart and can predict the future. you don't know how sick I am . When I think of you everything get lost, priorities become irrelevance, near reaches to far, kings become slaves and slaves becomes kings and rules the kingdom brutality. 

On other hand, Stranger with her mystery sheild said, foundation is the holy, all thanks and praise for you but guide my fortune and fame, I will never sell out loyalty for you, I will remain and suggest to do the same to keep mystery in box locked. only king of kings can understand my mystery its not to be privilege to ignorants dervishes like you. Inspire and it does not concern you. 

In the end, I said to the stranger, good luck you shall endeavor forever more with love and care, my prayers be with you,  I said my love your typing words are stronger then the butcher knife,  you know the destruction of flesh and I am nothing more than a flesh of bag, your love and importance is just vehicle transporting my soul from one corner of heaven to other end of hell, I feel life and comfort in your voice and laughs, I will only love in the presence of beloved not in the mystery,  and I assumes  that It was all written in the book of life.

We can walk this road through the storm if you stay loyal ......

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn?Well, that's alright, because I like the way it hurtsJust gonna stand there and hear me cry?Well, that's alright, because I love the way you lieI love the way you lie

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