Sadly love does have limits and Darlin Sissy, you and I have reached them, sadly for the so-called men in our lives! None are worthy of our deep love, so you and I will walk the Life's Trail Of Tears, together, side by side, hand and hand. I LOVE YOU! Sissy
This is as fresh as the moment your hearts and souls conceived it, waay back in 2003... and so it will remain, as testament to the truth of your precepts and words. True love that goes soul deep cannot fade or weary; cannot age or fail. Amor speaks of synergy but it is more than that. It is that crucible of melded spiritual, emotional and physical passionfire that, once ablaze, cannot be extinguished by flood or famine. It stands outside of time and space and just "is". It's that unity of oneness, fusion and "high" which the most intense bodily expressions seek to experience and achieve. Our bodies were perhaps only invented to be able to give physical shadowing to this spiritual phenomenon. I love this mutual orgasm of souls!
How can I dwell in dark despair
when worshipped as a goddess
crowned in the unending splendor
of your high priestly adoration?
... Says it all! Bless you both... and please continue! :)) K xx
There is a synergy that is amplified beyond passion and romance with writers such as you and I gracing the page of life. I am grateful to you for reposting this beautiful collaboration and I cannot be more honored.
Love,
Amor
Love spread out on this page, even though from a long time ago, can still be felt between two souls that should be united at least one time.
There are no words to say, the beauty of this poem speaks for itself.
Peace, Love, and Light,
Amber "V"
I loved him. At age twelve he touched my heart with his music. At age twenty he captured my heart when our eyes met as he sat on a stage and sang Four months later, he fractured my heart with his refusal to allow us to stay together. At age seventy
I loved him. At age twelve he touched my heart with his music. At age twenty he captured my heart when our eyes met as he sat on a stage and sang Four months later, he fractured my heart with his refusal to allow us to stay together. At age seventy
In the predawn hours during a solitary ride on her ranch, Montana Freeborn collides with Seth Phoenix, centaur-turned-man and the embodiment of her psychic visions.
Share
Print
Save
Follow
Carole~
Be safe,
Karen
How can I dwell in dark despair
when worshipped as a goddess
crowned in the unending splendor
of your high priestly adoration?
... Says it all! Bless you both... and please continue! :)) K xx
Love,
Amor
Love Tinka
God bless you, both. Love, Kathy
My best applaus for the two of you, dacapo!!!!!!
Georg
And most definitely in your two passionate and romantic pens.
Both great writers
Peace be with you
William
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Happy Thanksgiving to you both!
There are no words to say, the beauty of this poem speaks for itself.
Peace, Love, and Light,
Amber "V"
Another beautiful write from two wonderful hearts, You work so well together and I thank you for sharing.
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Love knows know boundries: it transcends all barriers, breaks the bonds that bond. Beautifully penned.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.