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‘σ ‘αγαπώ

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Let these words flow like a gentle breeze, caressing your soul with their tender touch. Let them weave their way into the depths of your being, settling in your heart like a cherished memory. Let them not just be fleeting thoughts, but a lasting presence, an eternal bond that connects us beyond the physical realm. Let them be a reminder of the love that binds us, ‘σ ‘αγαπώ, whispered softly but resonating deeply within. Let these words be a comfort in times of uncertainty, a source of strength when the world feels heavy. Let them be a beacon of hope, … Continue reading ‘σ ‘αγαπώ

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Your hands on my body speak to me about you …

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In the quiet whispers of the night, I feel you. Your hands on my body speak of a language only we understand, a tale of longing and belonging. Each touch etches a story, a narrative of love and passion, painting a portrait of us on the canvas of time. My lips on your skin, a silent confession, speak of desires and dreams, leaving an imprint of my essence upon you, a mark of my love that transcends the physical. In the union of our bodies and souls, we become an irrevocable “us,” intertwined in a dance of fate and destiny. … Continue reading Your hands on my body speak to me about you …

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I will find you …

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In the vast expanse of every life unlived, in the uncharted territories of every land not seen, I seek you. In the symphonies of every music not yet heard, and in the poignant silence that echoes into the wind, I search for your presence, your essence. I yearn for you in every thrill ever tasted, and in the elusive thrills left unfelt. In the vastness of the sea ever sailed, and in the unspoken words that linger in the depths of my soul, I seek your imprint. I rummage through the things put away, the unworn clothes, and in the … Continue reading I will find you …

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At the end …

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At the end, when the final curtain falls and the last chapter is written, what words will linger in the corridors of your mind? Will it be the echoes of a whispered “I love you,” or the melody of a song that danced through the chambers of your heart? When you close your eyes for the very last time, what will you see? Will it be a forest bidding its last farewell, or a sunset casting its golden glow over the endless expanse of the ocean? Perhaps it will be a kaleidoscope of memories, each fragment a window to the … Continue reading At the end …

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To love an artist …

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To love an artist is to love their rawness, to embrace the vulnerability of their soul and the intensity of their emotions. It is to hold their delicate heart in your hands, to cherish their sensitive way of seeing the world, and to revel in the chaos of their creativity. It is to dance on the edge of madness with them, to kiss their insanity until you both explode into a kaleidoscope of vibrant colors and swirling fractals. It is to lose yourself in the whirlwind of their passion, to be swept away by the tempest of their imagination, and … Continue reading To love an artist …

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Eyes: they are not just windows to the soul, but portals to infinity …

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Who cares what color your eyes are when they hold the entire cosmos within them? They are not just windows to the soul, but portals to infinity, reflecting the boundless expanse of the universe. In their depths, galaxies swirl and stars twinkle, each fleck of color a constellation of dreams and mysteries. They are not just eyes; they are cosmic wonders, holding the secrets of the universe within their gaze. Who cares what color your eyes are when they shimmer with the light of a thousand suns, illuminating the path to the unknown? They are not just orbs of sight, … Continue reading Eyes: they are not just windows to the soul, but portals to infinity …

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Find someone that makes you feel like a poem …

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Find someone whose heart beats in rhythm with yours, someone who will tremble at the thought of your touch. Seek out a soul whose very essence is a symphony of emotions, whose fingers are like a poet’s pen, crafting verses of tenderness and passion upon your skin. In their touch, you will find a language of love, a silent poetry that speaks volumes. Each caress will be a verse, each embrace a stanza, weaving a tale of longing, desire, and connection. Their touch will be a canvas, painting a masterpiece of intimacy and understanding. Find someone who understands the power … Continue reading Find someone that makes you feel like a poem …

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“Mom, why do the best people die?” “When you’re in a garden, which flowers do you pick?” “The most beautiful ones.”

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In the garden of life, we are surrounded by a tapestry of souls, each one a unique and precious bloom. Some flowers are vibrant and bold, their beauty captivating all who behold them. Others are gentle and unassuming, their grace and kindness quietly touching the hearts of those around them. The best people, like the most beautiful flowers, seem to be taken from us too soon. Their light shines brightly, their fragrance fills the air, and their absence leaves a void in the garden of our lives. We are left to wonder why such radiant souls are called to depart, … Continue reading “Mom, why do the best people die?” “When you’re in a garden, which flowers do you pick?” “The most beautiful ones.”

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Beneath my skin …

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Beneath my skin lies a treasure trove of stories, a tapestry woven with the threads of my existence. I am the coursing rivers of blood, the resilient flesh, and the sturdy bones that carry me through life’s journey. I am the weight of regret, the haunting whispers of “what ifs,” and the unwavering beacon of hope that guides me forward. I am the silver-tongued poet, weaving words into melodies that dance upon the air, and I am the heart of gold, brimming with compassion and empathy. I am the delicate paper, bearing the imprints of my experiences, the flowing water … Continue reading Beneath my skin …

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 Yearning to be loved  …

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We yearn to be loved, to be held in the embrace of another’s affection. But when love eludes us, we seek admiration, a glimmer of recognition that we are worthy and valued. And when admiration fails, we are left with fear, a trembling of the soul before the emptiness of isolation. Desperate for connection, we seek to evoke some sort of emotion in others, to stir the depths of their being and feel the warmth of their response. For the soul cannot bear the coldness of isolation, the barrenness of a world devoid of human touch. But when even this … Continue reading  Yearning to be loved  …