Beyond My Knees !

Beyond my knees, perhaps yours and mine. The spirit yearns, ever so divine. The spirit turns, to more than wine ! The spirit sees it's soul ! Behold and it wakes, and more than weeps beyond our knees, even while we sleep.

Beyond her as she lyes beyond my love and her eyes. Oh spirit beyond to have and to hold alone ! Oh spirit of love, even beyond I do, and it is said to be done, but not from my knees alone. From beyond my knees, as so again, "It is ever-so "He", more than, "The so called, "great I am of man alone, or his she. She sheep, he sheep, didn't come cheap, even ever-so at all !

Do I do love her more as she sleeps ? Do I love her, as "He" ? Do I kiss her spirit too. Do I see her soul, when I love her too ? Do I love and love alone ? Do I go, "Beyond my knees, as "He" did for me, on "The Holy Cross", of tree or not ?

She is inside of me, and I am inside of her ? She even not alone, isn't my salvation best ? I forget not the past, without forgiveness ! I forgive not, when the past comes to live again. To forget all of the past, doesn't come best to take me, beyond my knees at times in love.

Insight for life ! Love beyond my own soul best ? I love not, to come to have been said to make love alone ? I come beyond my knees, soul, and insight alone, to go with more than her alone, and I more than guess, that's why she has came to love more than me, and I too more than her alone !

We were said, to already have lived beyond our days. The dead were said, to not sleep as we. Who are we, if not more than our so called own ? Who are we to even say best ? Love, loves not only it's own soul best to give us more than life in love of woman or man ?

You question that which, other men are already said to have known best ? Love loves you not of the more as man alone ever yet still ! You question not, to give or call it your own, and love love's you like nobody else, but yet offers Heaven on more than both sides of things best ever yet still. This is love beyond the knees of men alone !

Even more yet still, love suffers me unto my soul, and I can't love alone ! Love my love but not mine alone, my dear ! Guard my soul, Oh "He" who lives, and lives, and lives, to more than love her with me or not again. I see not best even before forever comes, and when it does in my time beyond death of my body alone, "I live best yet still, as I was raised without ever wanting nor needing to know it all, as it's ever best left up to you. You of Earth ! You of Heaven too ! You to give glory to in faith, never to die !

Her name is Faith. He gave it to her, beyond me, and my knees alone. I came to marry her not alone of spirit, but as spirit unto spirit best. I said, "I do, and she did too, as did some of you, but latter best already even now, unto "He" who lives ever-so best !

The days come to sleep too, even better than the nights at times best ! Day and night sleep together in love a-live even without soul ! Who is "He" who can more than come to marry both day, and night ? The night comes to kiss the day, it was said, I would guess. Love more than my guest, sleep well with more than my soul, and more than my wife !

Someone else but who better than who, but "He" best to sleep with her, in love forever and together more to last than day or night in love with life, but not with soul. Life lives without soul. We need without soul too, not of human nature, but yet they come to sin not, if even ever at all. Yet still they come to bring us life even without soul. Love works beyond our knees and our souls to come to bring us life even where faith not of human is more than offered. It was said, and it was done, of words not alone, and actions beyond the bodies and souls of men to begin with and even now yet still.

It lives even without soul daddy ? It goes to Heaven, yes, yet still ? Be still your soul, and they need not ever be concerned to speak as we do. They live but no sin lives with them to send them to the way of choice as we of soul. They move like Heaven best in love even without soul to help us. they help us better than men of choice or with choices, as they come to love to be offered with life not above our souls, but yet life still. Even the rocks will cry-out, without soul !

I won't be scared daddy, as I was when, I first heard our dog bark ! Do even the rocks cry out, when they come of sound to crash in language not of human soul and love gets the blame yet still ? Talent doesn't come best to help our human souls stay healthy, to have rocks crashing to the ground for love always to get the blame.

Blame's us not, to begin with, and offers more than the worlds it's created but not of soul. Greater is "He" than he that is in the world. What of the other worlds, "Is he not there ? Why come to bother to think on he, when "He" isn't best or of good report at all to begin with, for thy soul, or for those even if they could have temptations as man does of soul ?

Man of soul, but not alone ! Man of soul, outside love lives, and inside it can be and has been, but yet still the share of your time needs yet to see best of man as you can, of human time alone. To speak as human, with souls comes to offer us more than life of foul, demon, or Hell. Blame needs no best friends ! Soul needs you and you need to know it beyond the wish you wells of life alone, as to share love to foul of Earth and even those who need not forgiveness as we do, even beyond our knees.