Anita Baker – Whatever It Takes
Tag: Love
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I give all of myself, without regret and without fear that when I awake you may not be here. If I should lose you, let the pain in my heart be expelled through sleepless days and nights of heavy ceaseless tears — and in my mourning, let me hold you tightly once again, gently placing within the safety and secrecy of my sincere heart, the last remembered image of your beautiful face and the precious memories that we shared.
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Whispers spoken in heavy breaths
Tell of a sensual aura, a beautiful soul,
And erotic depths. -
The marrow of my soul calls out for loving warmth from the desolate cold. In the sea of sorrow I am unmercifully lashed to and fro. There is no lifeboat; memories of past love is my only prospective rescue. The hypothermia of the cold water slowly sets in, and I am listless — resigned to my fate. In my endless wading, for love’s reemergence I wait, but the moon’s pull causes the tide to rise; I am numb, I am so numb, both outside and inside. My foolish pride I did not cast aside. Why could I not tell her right then and there that if she walked away from me, a part of me would die ? If I must perish from the cold alone, I can at least say that I tried with everything within me to survive, but love is so difficult to find. My perpetual teardrops fall into the deep dark water that envelops me and are dissipated gradually into its dense salinity. The imminence of total immersion is upon me; after the next furious wave of sorrow, I shall be no more. I must quickly transcribe my own epitaph in solemn whispers, invoking passion and recalling intimacy in the warmth of the summer. My sincere letter;
Dear Love,
If you should find my body, resurrect me in the healing of your affection and intimacy. Let me be broken from the shackles of pain and desolation and be set free; let me find an angel who will set me upon her mighty wings as I cry and take me up into the night skies — flying over the dark and deep waters that made naught the tears I cried and from which I was inexplicably revived.
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Tonight, hold me and let me me cry long held tears of pain in my vulnerability. Let your hair brush against my solemn face and kiss me in my weeping. Allow me to find comfort in the warmth of your breasts and peacefully sleep, finally finding my elusive rest. Tearfully, let me tell you all the things that you mean to me in sincerity; let me breathe the breath that you breathe and passionately give you all the love that is within me. Let me wash your hair in the wonderful aroma of nourishing conditioner with chamomile and lavender and blow-dry your flowing river right after. I find solace in the simple things, like watching you roll the length of your hair with curlers or seeing you moisturize your skin with body butter in the vanity mirror. Just your presence alone saves me from mental anguish and its terror. I adore the subtle intimacy of your loving whispers; tell me your feminine secrets, for I am in love with you that deeply. Let me see what you see and feel what you feel in all the ranges of your sensitive emotions, not just when you are happy. With love, you restore the pieces of my once shattered heart, slowly and methodically. What can a mortal render to an angel, save what he himself is and hopes to be? I give you even the marrow of my bones, my heart, and the very essence of me. I turn to you my angel; I turn to you, and you look upon me with gentle eyes. The words I transcribe from the bowels of my mind would have to be written in the ink of white gardenias, crushed rose petals and tears to even begin to describe the deep intimacy of my emotions. I love you with a transcendent love that pierces the clouds and touches heaven’s gates; tonight, my sweet love — hold me, sing to me, and lovingly caress my face.
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My love, If you should ever leave,
Take the beautiful parts of our moments,
And replant them in the rich soil
Of your fertile and loving heart
So I can grow again within your soul
And be immersed in the depths of you forever;
Remember the way I loved you without fear—
Remember the sincerity of my joyous tears.
Nurture me within your wondrous essence,
And carry me with you wherever you may be.
Let me breathe the breath you breathe,
And let me feel the emotions you feel.
Hide me away within the chambers of your heart,
And let me sleep in the comfort of your heart beat.
Let me arise in the beauty of your hazel eyes,
And be your subtle strength when you cry.
If you should ever give your precious love to another,
Preserve our most loving memories together
So my deep roots do not slowly die and my petals do not wither.
Allow me to flourish within you, even
In the harsh and bitter cold of the winter;
You do not have to keep the door of your love
Wide open for me, but please, just keep
The door slightly cracked so I can at least
peer through and see any love you have left for me;
And if not, let me cry my final tears
And fade away from you, quietly.
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What is it that they see when they look upon her?
Do they not see a woman whose contemplation is beautiful?
Do they not see the calm stillness of an angel?
Do they not see a wondrous flower with delicate petals? -
Starlight holds two lovers
In its vast embrace;
Souls intertwine flawlessly
And dance beautifully
In an intimate space;
From their romantic hearts,
The love they have
For each other radiates;
As he kisses her passionately,
He holds her tightly
In his loving embrace—
Her flowing hair brushing
Against his rapturous face.
In his arms, she knows
That she is loved;
In his arms, she knows
That she is safe. -
I do not regret being vulnerable with you, for in my vulnerability I found something beautiful that was hidden within me. Even though we broke apart, still, I love freely. Still, I think about your gorgeous smile and your ethereal natural beauty. I told you that I would always love you, and I do; I told you that my heart belonged to you, and my words were true. I told you that I marveled at the length and texture of your hair and it beautifully grew. I felt a transcendent joy in me when I first passionately kissed you. My eyes conveyed the utterances of my heart when I first made love to you. You were my breath; I couldn’t breathe without you. The raw essence of my depths felt for you and loved you when you cried about the hurt you had endured. You had a calming voice that even the heavenly angels could never ignore. You are no longer mine and I am no longer yours, but still, I send you loving whispers, that I hope you hear when you are asleep. I pray for your happiness with whoever you may be with. In my heart — towards you, there is no ill will or bitterness. In the solitude of discovering the depths of myself, I have found my rest, though sometimes I long to lie in the warm comfort of your breasts. Long before we met, I had learned that a man must not be scared to be vulnerable or show emotion to properly love a woman; I had learned that you must capture her heart and mind first, for her bodily reactions are an extension of her emotions. There were times that I was solemn in your presence and told you things about my deep ongoing pain that has caused me melancholia for many years; it was the way that you embraced me and encouraged me, that brought me to tears. I turned my face away from you, but you pulled me back lovingly and kissed me; the words you whispered to me still linger in my memory. I count myself lucky to have deeply explored true intimacy. Few women are truly remembered, though there have been many. There is nothing like a woman’s love. There are flowers, valleys, the moon, the stars, the sun and beautiful scenery, but there is nothing more beautiful than a woman in her natural capacity. There is not more gorgeous a mystery than a woman in the stillness of quiet and subtle beauty. Love, come again and find me. Oh, heaven, send your healing light to comfort me. In my contemplation, I explore my many intricacies. Rummaging through the content of my heart and soul, still, I make unexpected discoveries.
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Just her mere presence calms his troubled heart;
the tranquil tone and beautiful cadence of her voice,
is powerful therapy and potent medicine for his soul.
With her, he can let his guard down and be vulnerable;
with her, he can tell things that have never been told.
With her, he can weep in the warmth of her bosom
and find the peaceful sleep that has always eluded him.
Intimacy between them is that of two beautiful spiritual beings—
he can walk in pitch darkness, for her loving eyes see for him.
He ignores the crippling noise, because he only truly hears her voice.
She whispers beautiful words to him when he is sleeping
and passionately kisses him, before and after his awakening.
She clearly sees what other women couldn’t see in him;
In his silent contemplation, she leaves him in joyous tears
with a heart of love and in the depths of indescribable feelings.
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