I Have Lived And I Have Loved I the soul of and old woman, I have lived and I have loved, Hear the heart as the sunbeams Within the windows of the soul. Within the paradise of forgiven love. Wisdom sings and the drafts shall stings I the soul of Old woman shall be Mother let not my thunder be your defeat. I have lived I have loved I have felt scars upon my back. I the woman of old souls embraced the love of My man. It is not the forsaken of the heart, but The treasures of memories that creates great love. It is not death but life that sustain the UN forgotten pain. If the good times out ware the bad, better half a loaf than Known at all better to live than dye without love. I have lived and I have love, you can get more from Honey than vinegar that restrains the communication of love. The source of wisdom is great intentions, to be love, are to Die never knowing, I give the cup of divinity, I give the cup of humanities, I give the gold cup of transgressions, the golden cup shall raise the body from the numbness of darkness, oh yea thou I walk the golden gate of passage, I shall not fear the darkness my obligation to my roots, nevertheless the tips of the roots thrust for nutrition’s, let not thy words be lost, there shall be no blue prints of the image of a black queen, once the ink has destroyed the mold. Lets join within the sanctuary of thoughts, let every hand grasp, let every heart rejoice, let man stand before the altar and reclaim his rightful place.