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May you find love in its truest form

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n the quiet moments of the day, I find myself lost in the beauty of love. It is my fervent hope and prayer that all may experience the joy and warmth that love brings. For when you find it, it is like stumbling upon a hidden treasure, a precious gem that fills your heart with light and your soul with peace. True love is not just a fleeting moment of passion, but a symphony of emotions that transcends the physical realm. It is a sonnet born of the heart, a melody that lingers in the air, weaving its magic through … Continue reading May you find love in its truest form

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My offering

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You are the vast expanse of the sky, the solid foundation of the earth. You are the warmth of the day and the gentle breath of the wind. You are the mystery of the night, the grain of the land, the soothing scent of sandalwood ointment, the beauty of flowers, and the life-giving essence of water. You are the substance of my offering, the embodiment of all that is good and pure. You are everything, and I am humbled in your presence. What can I possibly offer you, who are already everything? My words are but whispers in the wind, … Continue reading My offering

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You see, I have this habit of turning people into poetry before they touch me

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You see, I have this habit of turning people into poetry before they touch me. I weave their words and actions into stanzas and verses, creating a masterpiece of their essence and soul. Before they even speak, I can feel the rhythm of their being, the cadence of their existence. Every glance, every gesture, every breath becomes a line in the symphony of their presence. I find beauty in the way they move, the way they speak, the way they exist in this world. And so, I paint them with my words, capturing the essence of their being in the … Continue reading You see, I have this habit of turning people into poetry before they touch me

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Remember

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Remember my love, when we danced in the realm of invincibility, when our love knew no bounds, when it soared beyond the ordinary. Recall those days when we clung to summer’s warmth amidst winter’s chill, embracing the elegance of clouds, the freedom of birds, and the innocence of youth. Remember when we felt immortal, unscathed by wounds, untouched by pain. We once dwelled in a world untouched by wreckage, where we embraced heights and integers alone. Peace was our comforting blanket, enchantment our daily rhythm, rest our sanctuary, and miracles our routine. Remember, my love, when we left room for … Continue reading Remember

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Someone who touches your soul …

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In a world where physical attraction often takes precedence, it is rare to find someone who touches your soul more than your body. When you find that person, hold on to them tightly and never let them go. There is a beauty in the way they look at you, a depth in their eyes that speaks to your very essence. Their touch ignites a fire within your soul, a warmth that spreads through every fiber of your being. It is a connection that goes beyond physical desire, transcending the boundaries of the body and reaching into the depths of the … Continue reading Someone who touches your soul …

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Law of Attraction

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In the dance of life, the Law of Attraction whispers its ancient truth, navigating the intricate fabric of life. “That which is like unto itself is drawn,” it sings, as vibrations reverberate through the cosmos, an unseen force guiding the symphony of creation. With every contrast, every whisper of inspiration, a new desire is born, a yearning that echoes through the universe. Whether it rises as a tempest or a gentle breeze, it calls out, beckoning the elements of the world to align in harmony. And as it calls, so it is answered, for this is the sacred law that … Continue reading Law of Attraction

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His eyes

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His eyes, like pools of midnight, held a depth of desire that could not be contained. They spoke volumes, uncensored and raw, drawing me in with their intoxicating invitation. And when his saccharine tongue touched mine, it ignited a primal carnality within me, a thirst that could not be quenched, a drought that had long been ignored. He marked me with his teeth, his fingers tangled in my hair, leaving me raw and exposed. His touch was a scorching fire, a thrust against my soft skin, leaving me breathless and wanting more. As he moved within me, I saw a … Continue reading His eyes

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My heart onto the pages …

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I am transcribing the rhythm of my heart onto these pages, etching the echoes of my soul onto the delicate parchment, so that one day, long after I have departed this world, my essence will linger, as tangible as a stack of composition notebooks. In every word, I weave the tapestry of my being, each sentence a brushstroke of my existence. I pour my dreams, my fears, my triumphs, and my vulnerabilities into these pages, creating a symphony of emotions that will resonate through time. I am etching my spirit onto the fibers of these pages, creating an indelible imprint … Continue reading My heart onto the pages …

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Your eyes: the color of poetry

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I am seeking the very flowers in your eyes, let me rest my gaze on your iris! Pollinated pupil; ripe. Ripe with meaning, swollen with assurance. God’s tongue. You speak to me in the forgotten language of souls. I remember how we used to speak through silence before all the noise came. In the garden of your eyes, I find the blossoms of truth, delicate petals that whisper secrets only the heart can hear. Each glance is a dance, a ballet of emotions that twirls and pirouettes, painting a picture of love and understanding. Your eyes are the windows to … Continue reading Your eyes: the color of poetry

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Sadness …

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Dear, the source of my sadness eludes precise definition, much like the elusive notes of an opera. The thought of life’s fragile and precarious nature, and my yearning to cradle myself in the embrace of the past, fills me with a profound melancholy. The inability to do anything but retreat to my solitary bed deepens my sorrow. The list of sorrows stretches into eternity: strangers I’ll never know or touch, fields I’ll never lie in, stars I’ll never witness ablaze, memories I’ll never reclaim. The realization that those I cherish will continue to slip through my grasp like sand through … Continue reading Sadness …