Cultivated Devotion

Cultivated Devotion ....... Harvest me Like the crops of old, Let my heart never loose you You hold the sickles I am made for you. From the start You planted your seeds, Seeds only you can have My dearest dreams are with you Keep this with you always No matter where we go You hold me to yourself. In this world You're my everything, Yes my fears grow beyond me Wash away the weeds Let only you remain I stand here Already the ground is ready Sow your seeds Let our love be grown by your heart. © Adiela Michael