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There is stillness in the underneath where they sleep, under the soil permeated by the tears of the living who wept and they who still weep. They who are no more were returned to earth’s keep, roses placed upon them lowered into the deep. The depth of love for the dead overflows when tears are shed in the winter and in the spring when roses arise from their slumber. Flowers are taken to the dead where the remnants of them lie; the heavens open and rain falls symbolizing the tears shed when the dead were once alive. They are forever marked upon the loved ones by whom they are survived. Under overcast skies the living kneel and whisper prayers with tears falling from solemn eyes. They eternally sleep, yet in loving hearts they repeatedly arise. In the depths of the souls of those that survive they who sleep repeatedly arise.
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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.
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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.
Intimate Compositions 