She holds a great treasure and she clings to it on her path..
Within’ it..
A love is ever growing, unconditional, and ever lasting…
An indescribable feeling, an esoteric sensation.
Within’ it..
A love is ever growing, unconditional, and ever lasting…
An indescribable feeling, an esoteric sensation.
This love..
Like warm slow running water…
Misty air..
Teasing rays of light peeking through dancing leaves..
Fresh and sweet of honey and dew.
After a loving word,a softness left at the tip of the tongue & resides on lips.
An expression of many form…rejuvenation of many..
Every breath is a first.
Like warm slow running water…
Misty air..
Teasing rays of light peeking through dancing leaves..
Fresh and sweet of honey and dew.
After a loving word,a softness left at the tip of the tongue & resides on lips.
An expression of many form…rejuvenation of many..
Every breath is a first.
This treasure is an open secret…
It appears a mystery, yet it is within’ one’s grasp.
It appears a mystery, yet it is within’ one’s grasp.
Along one’s way hold onto her..
Just as she holds onto you.
Just as she holds onto you.
A.S.
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