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You came on one unimportant day
As a stranger, quiet and serious

And you stayed

Every day I learned more about you
And you learned more about me

We touched
And we kissed

Your embracement is like the softest blanket
Your kiss like a firework

You smell like a honeycomb
Ready to be skid

Making love to you is like sitting on a volcano
Erupting thousands of rainbows

Loving you brings sense in my life
Longing to get old with you

Looking at your smiling blue eyes
Is like a rhapsody of joy

You are my missing half
Making me whole again

I love you my husband,
My man,
My heart,
My soul
Für dich mein Schatz - ich liebe dich
Thousand times I walked on this path
Thousand times I was in rush
Thousand times I saw my own thoughts
Thousand times I heard my own steps

Today I walked on this path again
As I walked there for the first time

I saw the big oak standing there for hundred years
Crinkles and scars gracing his body
Daisies and daffodils warming his feet
The eyes of a green man are smiling at me

The meadow is invitingly soft
The sunbeams are tickling my face

I took of my shoes of and watched my steps
My feet got wet loving blades of grass
My soul turned green
My fingers touching gently the face of a green man

The dewdrops are sparkling in the sun
Washing my face

The meadow puts its arms around my body
Hugging me gently like a caring lover
Dressing me in most beautiful dress I ever had
Filling my heart with love

All my senses got busy
The silence makes a sound

The birds are singing
The warm breeze playing music in the leaves
The butterflies are dancing in the wind
The sky is deep blue

I feel the heartbeat of mother earth
Swaying me slowly in a sleep…

… dreaming of a green man …
For Lore - Thanks honey :-)
Her skin is Obsidian,
Forged in the sacred flames of pain,
Calamity, and destruction.
She walks through Hell unscathed, for she is
Transcendent.
She was anguish, she was suffering,
She was guilt, she was unrequited love, she was hate.
Molded, formed, shaped, and artfully crafted, her darkness was beautiful.
Obsidian.
I am a front line soldier
fighting in a war with you
with your smile,
fighting the feelings growing inside
like monsters they are eating me alive
weakly stepping towards my end,
my eyes full of thorns are bleeding,
hurt by the teeth biting my soul
falling under your cannonball eyes
dashed to the ground
shattered like glass
sparrows of Death eating me piece by piece
under the red moon
again dying because of your smile
and your cold hands.
and all that remains
of what I am
is
*you.
shooting over and over again
It's not your head that's hollow, it's your chest
No matter what you've been through,
Or what you're going through,
You're deeply loved and you deserve love.
Many may have broken your heart,
But as long as you're still breathing,
It means you survived,you're a fighter and you're a winner.
Heartbreaks hurt,but they don't ****... They make you stronger.
We need to grow stronger in order to strengthen others,so when your heart breaks and you survive,learn from it and teach it.
You're deeply loved and you deserve love.
If you give up on love you're depriving someone of the great love you're capable of offering having learnt through your experiences.
I sat at my bench outside,
And a thought dawned upon me.
One I thought would write me some poetry,
So on it I decided to reside.
My face was hit by a cool breeze,
For some reason it put my heart at ease.
The wind moved gently on every inch of me,
My mind felt free,
And my spirit at peace.
Leaves dancing to the rhythm of the wind,
And birds singing songs .
Nature is beautiful,
Its innocence is hopeful,
And its glow tasteful.
Broken hearts were once whole,
There's always a hero,
To do the mending,
And a "villain" to do the breaking.
No one wants theirs broken,
But when you decide to love,you leave it in the open.
You give up your guard,
And lay it into someone elses hand,
Well sacrifice is what makes love love.
The body rarely appreciates,
So however we treat it,
Eventually it depreciates.
The soul,
If we give to it,
Will grow,
Its glow is eternal.
Beautify the soul,
They way you would the body and even more,
Afterall its the inside that reflects on the outside.
What is love, when only empty vessels exist?
When you have no lover, when you aren't loved.
What is love, but absent kisses on chaste lips and
Promises left unfulfilled in glass jars left to
Shatter?
What is love
If not the willingness of true pain.
To tear out the heart and hand it to another
Only for them to fumble your most precious *****.
What is love, if not the complete nakedness of the soul
Standing vulnerable before another.
What is love without the bitter taste of betrayal,
Like bile in your mouth?
What is love, if it isn't the silent, muffled, wrenching cries
At 3:16 in the morning that streak down skin so raw
Only to drip into oceans of despair and anguish.
What is love if it is not the slow drowning of
Your former self.
If not the suicide of the soul.
What is love without its admonition?
Without the stalemate of stubbornness and ego?

It is the willingness of spirits to collide
As walls collapse.
Its your secrets blended with mine.
It is our scars intertwined.
It is that leap, that moment of clarity,
Soaring over a chasm to reach you on the other side.
It is the disregard of fear, the spoken fableded words
Reciprocated.
It is the unwavering yearning for your touch, your kiss
Your chaste lips
Upon mine
at *3:16 am.
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