The precious essence of a woman is revealed past the mere sensual appeal of her exterior. Her soul must be nurtured in the rich soil of eternal rapture with sunlight and plenty of water. In the gradual opening of her heart, she becomes a blooming flower with the intoxicating fragrance of a white gardenia. With roots firmly planted, she is unmovable even in stormy weather; her petals are delicate so you must protect her and be tender in the way you handle her. Her beauty will attract many but they could never touch her. She is a wonder and stunning in the magnificence of her color. Certainly, jealous eyes gaze upon her in the glory of her splendor. With genuine love and affection she will never wither. In the warmth of intimacy she will thrive and effortlessly survive the cold harshness of the winter. Daily, you must lovingly whisper to her even in her slumber. In divine balance, her exposure to sunlight, water and nutrients must be evenly measured. Without uprooting her, the majesty of her existence must be treasured. A perennial, year after year she is made beautiful in her renewal. The strength of love is found in patience because its foundation is gradual. Deeply rooted in compassion, our love is everlasting and her elegance eternal.
Tag: Love
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I thought I had lost you forever
But you abide in me so we are together,
And on that day we gather,
I will again see you Mother.
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It was at my lowest point you saw me;
Still you reached for me.
In your tender kisses and warmth you embraced me;
With tears in your eyes, you told me that you loved me;
What can I render to you for rescuing me?
Affectionately, I call you ‘baby.’
We are inseparable for all eternity.Karyn White – Love Saw It
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Tears blurred sorrowful eyes that couldn’t see you clearly,
But it was you all this time who was there for me;
At night loving whispers constantly encouraged me.
It was an epiphany when you told me you loved me;
Now through clear eyes I kiss you as you embrace me. -
I had lost myself in you. The many pieces of me scattered over the battlefields of lost love, mixed in with jealously, nonsensical arguments, and other emotional debris. Every time you leave you take a piece of me, but I want you to remember me so I give willingly. Years go by but the ‘what ifs’ still haunt me. Was it her? Was it me, or was it we? In my eyes you are a creation of beauty. They say the destiny of the misunderstood is to be lonely. I commune with myself with past memories as my only company; the sensual whispers, deep kisses and your laughter especially. A strand of your hair found on a pillow is enough to invoke emotions in me that I would otherwise never know. Like a strong tide, you pull me to and fro; I struggle to swim and get back to shore, but upon my return the man I used be is no more. Inadvertently, you also left a piece of yourself with me as you walked out of the door. Goodbye kisses turn into final intimate experiences, and then again last words are spoken. I wait until you drive off to commence my long held weeping. Tears still flow even after the third day of mourning. To dull the pain, old numbers are called and familiar voices answer, but it’s not the same. I try to pull away from you, but seemingly we are conjoined; it was a revelation to me when I realized my heart was no longer mine. A collage of past loves adorn the wall of my heart like a gallery of fine art; each one with their own unique story, narrated with powerful oratory. If you ever need me, send for me with love, addressed, in care of my heart with the postage of white doves, sealed with a kiss and scented with the perfume I most miss.
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Sensual whispers and endless kisses are not enough.
You must reach your climax;
Your soul I must touch. -
We were lovers for two summers
Taking walks together, holding hands,
And eagerly discovering each other.
You had dark hair with highlights
Past your shoulder, two gold Figaro chains
With a crucifix and your name,
Brown Timberland boots,
And a tattoo on your shoulder
Prominently displaying the face of your mother.
With passionate kisses I was enraptured in your aura;
I still remember you, my beautiful Borinqueña. -
The rare thoughts in-between are the most precious memories.
Though you faded away from me, in my mind your aura is pristine.
You were lost in the debris of my mind, but somehow I stumbled upon you.
For a night I communed with the joy of our past and kisses in spring grass,
But to keep you rare and valuable I placed you back were I found you.
You are lost again to me, but my consolation is knowing you are there.
Every now and then I will try to find you, with love and streaming tears.
Still, I carry you in my heart … you infiltrate my four chambers,
And I fiercely try to pull away stubbornly;
But then in my sleep I reach for you with tearful longing unknowingly.
I am prideful in my open oratory, but secretly I want you to see me.
I long for sleep so I can dream and once again touch you with sincerity;
You were dead to me, but now in your glory you are resurrected in my memories. -
Sensuality is weighed in measured moans;
The poetry of the movement of your body
Highlights your gorgeous tone.
I must dive into deeper waters to explore you further;
To release your essence,
I must take you to heights of ethereal pleasure.
If only silk sheets and plush comforters could whisper …
In its consistency honey is sweet,
But the taste of the fullness of your lips is sweeter.
Your release is akin to a thirsty man
Crawling in a desolate desert who finally found water.
We were once just lovers, but now we are in love with each other.
You are beautiful in your appearance ,
But to the scent of your perfume alone I would surrender.
With slow movements though I am eager, I write you mental love letters.
Your calm voice is like pink lilies on still waters;
The summary of our story is two Sagittarius hearts who found each other
And merged their fires together.
Alone we are still red flames, but together our blue flame burns brighter.
Talk to me sweetly my love, and let me bask in your sensual whisper.
You are a goddess with brown eyes, curled black waterfalls,
And an ankle bracelet standing 5′ 5″ in your natural stature.
Our love is enjoyed in passionate moments and savored hours after.
The beauty of your aura are the pretty tones of your laughter;
Forever in your embrace I am enraptured. -
My own thoughts slay me.
The torment of the lonely
Are long past memories.
On the other side of the mirror I drown,
But they can’t see me.
The black pitch consumes
Everything in totality.
When love left me
The fallacy of normality
Was shattered utterly;
A couple walk by in the rain
And kiss passionately …
I stare keenly;
Suddenly, I am overcome with envy.
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