Joy Cometh In The Morning

You are my King of heart's this I do confess because everytime you lie upon my breast I can feel your temple upon



my chest beating mysterious truths and if home is where the heart beats then lye between my legs as we two cum together in



union as One and may God bless Our Home Amen, and I am The Queen of diamonds's the only Treasure that is a Rock and



not a stone. So everytime you lie in my Temple and try to box me in your glass dome Remember I am The Queen of



diamond's I will cut through your glass dome and make reflections of God's promises shine to remind you I will not drown when



you lie in Our Home. You are my joy that cometh in the morning but I am The Rock that continues Mourning on the inside



awaiting for you to come so Joy can arise I am Hallowed on the inside and as King of Queen help me raise Our



Sun.Metaphorically WE are Blessed and even with my last dying breath hear My Spoken Word that I too will digest so My



Joy will Ressurect and Cometh



In the Morning.