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and charming qualities, simply feel good.
She was aghast at the hobgoblin standing before her.
The prayer of senses. Melted in harmonious melodies of delight.
like it's just made for me... 'twas meant to be.
when I look away I feel nothing.
I am here, smiling, laughing, loving, caring,crying, healing,and just breathing as I go.
so you found a window and climbed in.
as much as you sweet Minty Bear.
and she felt the sharp sting of cupid's bow.
like a blazing comet out of control.
about things preoccupying me, is you.
when I know his raw primal unfiltered in private!
that kept us apart?
Or is it madness that does?
and be unconcerned with your position within the river.
that no-one can see you cry.
Don't mean to interrupt your reading,
I just wanted to say, "You're beautiful."Love, BeautifulDreams42
you must penetrate for a prize.
that we are worthy
of the other's love.
Don’t just whisper to me about the sunset. Stay with me and watch it rise.
and find ourselves isolated in a silence within silence.
your ability to love someone else
.the ones we say as well as the ones we do not.
she once more sealed her heart and put the dreams away.
I wish I could. If I was alive.
..this new phase began, pages turned in a chapter.
than what I am at this moment.
desperately needing to be hugged and comforted.
" was merely clarification. I wasn't requesting that you stop.
and I know she's out there.
choice, give yourself permission to choose better.
back from voicing a simple invitation.
she searched for his island of exotic spices.
her prim and proper life.
Honeymoon was at the centre of the universe.
dreams I would sleep forever.
" I believe anything else is sheer insanity.
my story will have at last been told to you.
darkness - then I found the light switch.
Yet, he comes and lights mine!!
that kills...but we were too far gone. Together we fell.
that was consuming her from within.
People come and people go but my power over you is forever, I am omnipotent.
The beauty of a summer morning brings a wash of thankfulness to one who notices.
Flowing over me and away, and back over another day. Like surf creeping further ashore.
it was he, not the ocean, who calmed her spirit.