Fragility harrowingly lingers inside the chambers of those memories;
Wanting to believe her eyes were telling betrayals’ dismal lie.
But boards and stones nail the truth upon coffins weeping willows;
Kneeling to pray for our own forgiveness within the silence of sorrow…
Could we not remember the truth of love’s passion unyielding and undefined?
Open to dreams upon our desirous unions where we tasted every fantasy ever yearned…
And we fall into arms of love so deeply with intimacy avowing to truly love;
Knowing we embraced eternity kissing the sensual caress of our hearts unbridled assonance…
Yet is the driving prowess we sculpt with fingertips so vain to hold prideful arrogance;
As the need which filled deeper into our soul knowing the bounty of love’s sensual truth…
So why …why must the reaper of honesty always blind the hearts and souls in love?
“Being a couple yet free is our next challenge on the evolutionary ladder. This book successfully helps us unravel the myths that block that achievement. It does it with warmth, with readability, and with balance. It recreates everyday problems and
“Being a couple yet free is our next challenge on the evolutionary ladder. This book successfully helps us unravel the myths that block that achievement. It does it with warmth, with readability, and with balance. It recreates everyday problems and
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lovely words vickie and so vey true indeed.
dave