Unconditional love is often sacrifices unseen, selflessness not necessarily noticed, and labor unrequited by well worded compliments. Unconditional love can be expressed with directness or subtly woven through many sentiments. Unconditional love can be words whispered in a last breath. Unconditional love is an ocean with infinite depth. Unconditional love is loyalty flawlessly maintained even after death.
Category: Poetry
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The stars of the night’s sky crown her — she is beautiful in her aura — oh, wonderful and majestic mother, the nurturer, the giver, the comforter — I kiss you with gratitude and bestow upon you the greatest honor. You are heaven’s daughter. The sacredness of your womb brings forth life from blessed darkness to blessed light. I know well the the intimacy of your soul and the depth of your plight. Your love is unwavering; for the hungry, for the rejected, for the motherless, and for the unloved you are a haven. The afflicted cry out to heaven and you are sent to them. Your hands bring forth beautiful creations. You are the forebearer of future powerful nations. You are a woman immersed in the vastness of what is intelligent, strong, loving and feminine. Your most potent medicine is affection. In your embrace there is an angelic protection.
As your own, you have accepted many motherless daughters and sons. You dispel trauma when tears run. You yourself have wept and have not slept, yet you still flawlessly and without the expectation of reciprocity give of yourself. There is a glow upon you that transcends the beauty of everything else. You are otherworldly beautiful. If no one else has told you, know that someone somewhere truly loves you. Eyes of adoration fall upon you. Beautiful mother, the loving sentiments that are written about you are eternal.
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I remember romantic nights drifting into early mornings at Café Intermezzo. I remember us enjoying New York Cheesecake with excellent cappuccino. I remember the intimate setting that led to profound conversation and amorous kissing. I remember your voice, soft spoken, telling me the depths of your heart and me intently listening. I remember how beautiful you looked, every detail of what you were wearing. I remember your peep toe heels, your backless white dress, the sweetness of your breath, your curled hair, your Chanel earrings and people smiling and staring. I remember the wonderful scent of your perfume as we were embracing.
I remember holding you in my arms and my heart racing. I remember us vibing to the soothing rhythms of Spanish guitar strings. I remember moving my chair adjacent to yours and the inundation of deep feelings. I remember the rapture of our collective emotions. I remember more kissing and the loving words of intimate whisperings. I remember the transcendence of our communication. I remember us feeding each other at our little table — the candle next to flowers on top of white tablecloth flickering. I remember kissing your hand and asking you to be my woman. I remember the passion in your eyes and the absolute beauty of your countenance under the full moon’s illumination. I remember us not waiting to drive back to your location for lovemaking. I remember the way it pleased me to give you pleasure hearing your moaning. I remember passionate riding and the words you were saying. I remember your loud release after eye contact and heavy breathing.
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Intricate embroidery encapsulates a beautiful aspect of absolute intimate intricate femininity.
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Whatever you may be going through, take comfort in knowing that someone truly loves you. And if you do not believe so, whisper your sorrows to the angels when you are tearful, reflecting on the precious memories that you hold onto. And in your reflection find the diamond that you might have first missed — an initial experience of kindness, an embrace in loving arms, a first kiss. It may not be bliss, but it might be enough to hold you over until the darkness is vanquished by light. With falling tears, mount up for warfare and fight. You do not fight alone, for we are kindred spirits derived from the aura of ancient warrior kings and queens who ruled well and sat on golden thrones. In each other we will always have a home. Dark rain falls on our illuminated halos. Our twin flames conjoin creating a barrier that torment and sorrow cannot follow. We are as peaceful as gentle winds rustling the leaves of willow trees in late spring over hidden streams. Even though tears stream, in love and hope we are redeemed.
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You were once a goddess in my eyes, but my discernment caught up with your constant lies. Through all of the bullshit and the torment that I’ve been through, I knew there would be betrayal, but with tearful eyes I prayed that it would not be you. You thought that sex and intimacy was enough to hold me. You thought you could turn me out with erotic whispers while riding me to moments of unforgettable ecstasy. Did you not see that I am not easily trusting? Did you not know that I’ve had my share of beautiful women? Oh, you thought that you were the only one who procured perfect pedicures at high end salons? You thought that you were the only woman to wear head turning Chanel chiffons? Did you think that I would be blinded by beautiful hair that is long and constantly fawn over you, writing romantic songs? I loved you. I would have died for you. Now, if I saw you, you would be something insignificant in my peripheral not worth turning my head for full view. My indifference prevents me from giving a fuck about where you are, who you are with or what you do. Please don’t reach out to me anymore inquiring about how I’m doing. The disingenuousness in your approach is sickening, and the treacherous tone of your voice is telling.
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She is a memory of infinite beauty
A long exhalation after tranquility
The euphoria of new Intimacy
Her sentiments are a beautiful mysteryHer love is precious, unquestionably
Light highlights her femininity softly
She is a dream manifested in reality
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You are loving, passionate, and profoundly intimate with a beautiful spirit. What others do not see in you, I do. You are a rarity chosen from even among the few. From your inception you were a blessing. You are a deeply devoted woman and sincere in your giving. The intellect of you is pleasing. To sit and converse with you is to talk to a woman of immense understanding. Your discourse is refreshing. Moreover, your resilience is infectious, resurrecting hope in the hopeless. Your words are seeds in the hearts of men that spring forth life. You are honored both in silence and in vocalness. The eyes of your admirers fall upon you with illuminated wonder. You are the glory of the dawn of the rising sun after a stormy night in September. You are a friend, lover, businesswoman, deep well of compassion, mother, sister, and daughter crowned under heaven’s cover. You are gorgeous; an object of desire. In your bosom there is fire. Your recognition is that of a different caliber. Your love is invaluable. To weep in your arms and let go is a transcendental therapy unknown. To walk in your feminine is to walk in the sacred nature of your being. Many times you are a healer without knowing. You are one thousand rivers peacefully flowing in synchronized rhythm with gardens, vineyards, and fields of pink roses surrounding them . In stellar light there you stand glowing. There is great comfort in the tone of your voice. Your delicate touch causes tears to well up in the eyes of the afflicted and the anxious. You are loved, so much. You are precious. You are a red diamond untouched.
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Beautiful mother, daughter of Constancia, hear the words that I whisper: you are in my heart, and I will love you forever. There will be no reconciliation with the person who is supposedly my father. His memory is washed away from me like drops of water in a raging flood. He is unworthy and cowardly; I renounce the lineage of his blood.
Search my soul, and read the letters of my heart detailing the trauma within me that is untold. I am a flower alone in a dark and desolate place that withers in the cold. My petals fall and are taken in the wind. Here, it is unforgiving. There is no compassion or understanding. I am at war with demons; I slay with sword and shield unrelenting.
Amaryliss, let me feel the warmth of your presence. Comfort your descendant with a kiss. Embrace me in celestial sunshine. Sing to me the songs of your mother and her mother and all those before her. Bestow upon me preternatural power. Be with me, especially in my most despondent hours. Let me float on peaceful waters in my slumber. Strip away from me all hindrances that threaten my ascension. My blood is your blood — I am eternally your faithful son.
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Fearless beauty overlooks the lights of the city. Black hair flowing over black satin bestows upon her the mysterious darkness of a raven. She is vampiric in nature — sleeping all day then at night awakening. There was a time when she held back, showing mercy; now, she slays in heels, conquering all that she can see, flawlessly. No, she will not fucking suffer in silence quietly. She has many lovers, not fucking them all separately, necessarily. She drinks an amaretto sour and smokes a cigarette at an ultra exclusive event. She stalks the secret places where lascivious noises are heard from people fucking with masked faces. If she wants you to know her, you will know her. If not, she will remain nameless and faceless with no traces. The night calls her, and she answers with a whisper. A tempest fast approaches. She is lightning. She is thunder.
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