From the bottom of the heart

The Phoenix and beast in their elegance
effulgent in all its lively  ignorance,
Could he foretell her sinful breath
would sadly soon be stilled in death;
Creator divinely will triumph ultimate
Where, one day we all will be intimate
In the name of the Lord, said a pledge
From the bottom of the heart, a judge
Let me kiss her, not let her go out
Let me kill her, not let her go out
The coldness of the grave is known,
The dusty destiny  is ever unknown.

BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI