For My True Blue

 

For my True Blue, I offer my fruit to you. 

God, could I be the reason you created Earth and Sea, 

For me to be the love you presently, 

Now, from your I am, knowingly best great loving you, Son. Me,

Yet before I befire, bringing forth your great winds, 

I take this for breath, breathing in between ells, 

I bless you praising your ideal me and of all my creations imaginations ideals be, 

Ideally singing, love, me you, by beautiful true Art Baby Blue.

For you to achieve a dream sow unimaginable

 to bring forth your tickle until thee, 

Thinking Holy Me. 

For you being my True Blue,

My offering bringing giving my fruit to you,

ripening faith, sweetening creations dew.

God, being I the reason you shaped Earth and Sea.

To breathe in feeling love,

living in being your present me.

For you from your I Am,

knowingly best, great, loving You, Son. Me.

Yet before I befire,

calling forth your winds bringing thunders wonder,

I pause, taking breath between thy ells,

a rhythm rhyming rhythmical emotion moving divine kind,

spiritually heir entering rising mind.

I bless you, praising the ideal thee,

into all your creations, imaginings, and ideals

that bloom through your light, me.

Ideally singing, Love, you, into out too Sea,

Art Baby Blue, 

attracting building imagining for you to achieve a dream

so unimaginable yet fathomable,

to bring forth your tickle tilling in thee,

thinking, feeling, holy grateful appreciating you.

For creating Earth and Sea, being prettily me.

Beautifully True. 

Art Baby Blue.