Love captured my heart
For seven seasons,
But by the dawn
Of the autumn,
It had been blown away
Like leaves in the fall.
Tag: Love
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I have kissed you with the kisses of adoration; I have loved you with the love of the essence of my heart. Our connection was predicted by the stars and consummated under a harvest moon. The galaxies whisper our names in loving adoration and high regard. Every season our passion increases more and more. After the twilight, we will make love and renew our vows in the darkness of night. I will hold you loving and closely, as we look out of our window and gaze upon the heavenly glory of the starlight.
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As immeasurable pain touches my soul I cry out from the dark and lonely abyss. My thoughts are plagued with grief as sorrow takes hold and paralyzes my will. I have sought peace only to find war; I have sought love only to find hate; I have sought sunshine only to find gray skies and thunderous rain. In cold desolation I lie still as the freezing winds of fear and desperation take my warmth from me. Season by season I grow weaker as I contend with the harsh realities of my wretched existence. I awake to melancholy and go to sleep in persistent anxiety. Who will hear the cries of the sufferers? Pain is a deep and festering wound that leads to infection and sepsis of the soul. It eats away at happiness and contentment slowly and methodically until there is nothing left. The cries and wailing of the sufferers echo throughout, as a sad song is played. Crows gather on a ledge and stare as they bear witness to the mire. The sufferers stumble around in zombie like state as they try to find their way. The road to happiness and freedom seems to allude them, but they walk nonetheless. Their plight would bring tears even to the strongest and most powerful of men. To gaze upon them, is to gaze upon perpetual suffering. To look into their red and weary eyes, is to look into their souls. Souls of deep pain and sorrow. The story of their once joyful lives are now haunting memories of the past. Still, there is a light of hope every time someone stops and listens to their story while giving words of comfort and love.
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In passionate love
Her heart abides,
For she has
Been through pain;
Many late nights
With tears in her eyes;
In her suffering
She has found strength,
As somber eyes
Look toward the skies;
She prays for healing,
And hopes that heaven
Will hear her cries. -
A dream is realized, every time I stare into your beautiful eyes.
I have looked into your soul, and I have seen your salient cries;
Soft and emotional kisses are given as I wipe the tears away from your eyes.
I will hold you in my arms for an eternity,
And I will love you endlessly under the starlit skies. -
Impassioned feelings
Of love explode
As deep feelings
Are sincerely conveyed;
Precious tears of joy fall
As a lifelong commitment is made;
In sensual moments of intimacy,
The movie of our life is played;
The light of our love and passion
Will dwell amongst the starlight forever,
And never fade. -
As passion surfaces, intimacy is taken to another level. The insatiable heat of desire burns like a wild fire, and an unquenchable thirst gives rise to endless longing; the subtleties of her essence enthralling my inclination to the point of utter insanity, as I wildly express my love to her with primal instincts totally overtaking my body, pushing me to please her to levels of sensuality and ecstasy never before found. Her softness and femininity are savored as the moments are slowed down, and time is counted not in movements of the clock’s hand, but in movements of the waves of her pleasure. Her light brown eyes drive my desire. Kisses are given intensely and endlessly. The moans of her ecstasy and the movements of my sensuality are in beautiful synchrony. I want her more and more. The length and texture of her hair alone, moves my soul and increases my passion. The scent of her passion and of her perfume causes me to tell her secret feelings of love inside me never expressed. Strong feelings of emotion flood my soul, and sexual intensity permeates my mind and body. With every passionate word, and with every erotic movement, we rekindle our love over and over. Our sounds of pleasure is the melody of intense love and the fire that burns within us. I am deeply immersed in her essence. Her love to me is a wondrous dream wrapped within a dream. I am captivated by passion; I am a slave to her love.
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As the darkness closes in I scream out in resolved subversiveness; the will of my spirit echoes throughout the earth and scorches the bottom of the heavens. The angels hear the agony and torture of my silent cries. A dove flies overhead and keenly searches my soul; she sees my pain and lands on my shoulder with a beautiful white gardenia. I inhale deeply as I savor the perfume of the flower; the light inside me is again rekindled.
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In a moment of passion,
Love once again is found. -
Lost love is like
A beautiful ship
On calm seas
Under wonderful skies
And the sun shining bright
That is sunken in an instant
During a fierce storm
With heavy rains
And howling winds
That pass in the deep
Darkness of night.
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