Morning light highlights the faces of lovers, who truly love each other and with sincere tears, kisses, and beautiful whispers, made vows at midnight to be together forever.
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I inquired of an angel all things celestial and ethereal. I asked her the secrets of her existence that make her immortal. I asked her to take me with her on her ascension to heaven so I could leave the pain behind. She said these words lovingly, looking into my eyes — My beloved, your ascension will come with time; I know there has been deep pain and tears for many years, but look at the scenes of your life, you have conquered your fears. The things that cause you sorrow have been already removed from your life. You are stronger than you realize. It was then that she touched my crying eyes, kissed me, and said, Sleep now, and there will be a new beginning in you when you arise.
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Under heaven’s glory, a diamond shines brightly; she is earth’s light beam, connecting to the celestial unseen. The wings of her spirit easily lift her above the clouds where she glides effortlessly, looking down on the vastness of land, wondrous bodies of water, picturesque vineyards, and beautiful fields of delicate flowers that define her. Hear the conveyance of her soul through loving and reassuring whispers. A brown eyed angel she is, heaven’s daughter.
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When resentment seeps in and uncaring whisperings, is when the blooming of love has come to its final ending. It is like a beautiful painting eternally unfinished, but it is so good in the beginning; the intimacy, communication, affection and fucking are always so good in the beginning. Then come expensive lawyers, divorce proceedings, and scheduled visitations.
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Contemplation floods in with incessant whisperings of what could have been. Memories disturb my peace and sleep without remorse. Four walls tell me that I’ll never find love again. Fuck them.
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She is strong yet delicate.
She is emotional yet reticent.
She is openly sensual yet privately deeply intimate.
She is outspoken yet her spirit is quiet.
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Let us commune with each other, lie together, and cry together over the pain that makes our bond stronger; I swear on my deceased mother, not my father, that I love you now, and I will love you forever.
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You are loving and irreplaceable. The comfort of you is that of the warmth of an angel. The bond you share with the precious gift that you gave birth to is unbreakable. You are a vast field of roses in morning dew. You are a nurturing presence to all who need you. You are deeply loved; if no one has told you, let me now say thank you as an expression of my gratitude. The feminine softness of you is earth’s hidden jewel. You and all who love you are forever inseparable. There would be no new life without you. You are wonderful. You are truly beautiful.
Happy Mother’s Day to all mothers and expectant mothers.
Intimate Compositions 