This poem is yours

We seem to have met in a place where the sins of the father visit the child
They say they stole innocents from us... i think maybe it was ignorance ?
We where children and in his hands hence still innocent
They say my jagged edge is ugly, her smoothness to raw
We hug like family un ashamed, we dance like lovers unscripted theatre
We sing like immortals, greater like spirits heads down before god praising
(to you) your voice is like being that boat steeping out onto water in faith and belief
Your brokenness is trying to stop my own heart bleeding
only to those who understand , i rip my own rib out to let the wind free
for the wind has free soul only tamed by god himself
and the wind stands before me ... and i stand before her a storm
we have shape or form ... we exist ... time and space
i look back to see my sins chasing me ... before us is glory
i look down into the sacrifice of life swet blood and tears.
i look at her ... hahha and see secrets i can’t even tell her for they are mine and mine alone
so we stop remembering , we exist in a world they seem to have forgotten
We dream, we love we make mistakes, we have learnt to forgive
And praise in our foolishness
And she stands before me, the wind and self laugh in the midst of storm
and there is L