Joy so great pain so deep remains
It's finding true love, so fantastic, loosing it a pain so cruel
Silence such magical saviour and such a destroyer of best luck, such ugly enemy
But it can be great blessing glueing past offences in gold;

must be dealt with much delicate care but not abandoned to the old sower silence sauce to rott.

I am a realistic in attitude also and so was my first teacher and true love.

Too bad I was silently traumatized after escaping serial killers- that was amazing..
I didn't see my greatness, that we all err seeking love, doesn't  guarantee we'll find love.
Instead we find the destroyers of life, hope beauty ready to **** their
Jealousy greed, malice and envy is pure hell.

My beloved twin soul might have been too tired of waiting or even thought I wasn't interested, too hurt or too angry for leaving me behind all alone in the world,
but I was tormented in need of hugs refuge protection not tests no scripts just in need of being loved, but all just be earned nothing great among the elites  greatest richest is ever free.
When love we understood differently must act with caution: Love is tender and so is the heart mind is even fragile if it feels betrayed.

He failed to ask questions,
I was too ashamed of my choices in his absence, that almost got me killed.
By the time I realized, no shame but pride to have survived, that I still could have won his forever love and company, even in the grave, it was then I thought it was to late.

So many treasures my dearest darling beloved had offered, were to be earned for me alone with just minor little kind things, minor gestures of understanding, tender words.

It was just then his heart was taken by another with speech synthesis and clever lies trashing me with her ***** typed email such culprit female her deceiving lines
I sent back in putrid shame to the sender but the reader was my true love, who.
quickly closed the last window on my favour.

My life is desolate nothing no one fills this void and few who did were taken stolen treason involved.

My pain is seeing him with the very snake, the author of the evil deed to make me fall in his mind.
This is the route of fame and great fortune attained and lost for the defeated one me.

Route is on the move it moves on leaving stardust starry sky lullaby, the moon to reflect upon a great triumph and or to accept my own inflicted defeat.

What a ride Oh heaven have mercy.
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By: Karijinbba.
All rights Reserved.

I worship the stars, the moon,
the sun, this earth I stand upon.
Nature and all the peaceful
living breathing creatures that
share this space, the rivers that
course, the oceans that ebb and
flow. The rains that keep us green
the fields that keep us fed.
Some of my fellow humans
don't seem to understand, that all
this is truly our Heaven on Earth.

When something is lost,
As my keys were,
One searches for it
With varying degrees
Of diligence and desperation,

We trace and retrace our steps,
Looking in the same spaces
For the same thing
With the same result,
But wearier each time

Until at last the item
Is retrieved and found,
In that case by you,
Keys sun-glinting
In your hand

A wonderful shared moment,
Relief and triumph,
A happy weariness
At laying eyes upon the lost
Now found,

Yet how does it work,
This new dynamic?
Because what is lost
Is right here in my heart,
She can be hugged and yet

Is still

Utterly

Lost

Story poem:
RDD vs JPC, BBA vs ASG.

It's mother's Day 2024 I think of fame and great fortune
All wealth and wisdom links from you son of God. My Jesus my beloved best friend best lover best husband best father ever in Earth.
Dearest Darning Pat
Saint Patrick's Day passed too; before that was Saint Valentine's Day. And for Christmas I couldn't find a snowy all village card to send you my precious one my all.
I love you more and more with your aka and your fame your good fortunes your generosity your gold heart my love.my everything.
I love you as Jsack for Rose in Titanic, As foolish Scarlett for Rhett in Gone with the wind book.
Meggie in love with in the thorn Birds Rachel Ward and
Richard Chambelane such pain sorrow.
I think of you in Starry Night painting the pain that lasts forever. Stuck in a famed painting my pain too.
I may not ever sing another song but only one about us
"Sing and dance with me with the Violins."
And this one¡: The music played me with RDD vs JPC.
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As the music played: Repost

An angry silence lay where love had been
And in your eyes a look I'd never seen
If I had found the words you might have stayed
But as I turned to speak, the music played
As lovers danced their way around the floor
I sat and watched you walk towards the door
I heard a friend of yours suggest you stayed
And as you took his hand, the music played
Across the darkened room the fatal signs I saw
You'd been something more than friends before
While I was hurting you by clinging to my pride
He had been waiting, and I drove him to your side
I couldn't say the things I should have said
Refused to let my heart control my head
But I was made to see the price I paid
And as he held you close, the music played
And as I lost your love, the music played

When I stop
I notice your unwavering presence
your persistence surprises me
because I neglect you.
Lovers don’t do that.

In my dreams you are there
passing through my imagination
like a genie yearning to gift me.
Your stories teach me about your desire
to interrupt my ordinary.
I even remember a few of your tales
and try to figure out what they mean
for my dull self.

I know. You don’t like me discounting my self
because when I do so
I discount you my precious one
and the awesome power of your love.

Inspire me today
a day of needed and neglected work.

You are here my love
in every fiber of my body
every impulse of my mind.

I will dive into the river of your compassion
and be refreshed by it.

Dearest true love:

It's mother's day dearest darling: My blessed imaginary friend PJC/JPC= rddbba- well not so imaginary but a real true love.
You your blessed deeds remains like the stars above like the many constellations, distant in sight, but never far from mind and heart.

There are so many treasures gone wrong all which fell into enemies hands treasure map and all. Even my offspring went missing. Janehiltonmay
Our dream that did not breath in the face of reality. My heart is shattered glued back together together, Its a stubborn heart of gold does anyone need such a heart? Alone and destitute kept alive by grace of an old memory chip. After all the sacrifices carrying for everyone beloved-
On my own again.
I love you so much and you my precious grown treasures my children, my true love pat= rdd be well my love thank you for thinking of me loving me across the unsurmountable obstacles.
May God keep you blessed safe never ever feeling alone I am just a thought away..loving you understanding you treasuring all of you all that is a part of you.
It looks like I did read between the lines and I need it now that I am older

Much love true love Mom.
Angelinabba. AKA Janehiltonmay.
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