Behold my soul, both meek and bold,  
A story of love, yet untold.  
I am but dust, and you the sky,  
In your embrace, I live and die.  
  
I am a whisper in the wind's soft sigh,  
A fleeting shadow beneath your eye.  
My heart, a flame, both fierce and small,  
A spark that rises, then dares to fall.  
  
In the silence of your gaze, I am found,  
A river of thought where echoes drown.  
You, the vast horizon where dreams take flight,  
I, the spark that flickers in the quiet night.  
  
Through storms of time and winds of grace,  
I seek your light, your boundless space.  
I am the soil, you the star,  
Together whole, though worlds apart.  
  
In your arms, the world does bend,  
A circle that begins and ends.  
I am but dust, yet in your sigh,  
I live, I love, I breathe, I die.

Behold my soul,
both meek and bold

A story of love,
yet untold

I am but dust,
and you the sky

In your embrace,
I live and die.

I woke, and in the quiet morn,  
Thy beauty was my only form.  
It filled the air, it touched the light,  
A vision soft, yet pure and bright.  

The world did hush, the hours slow,  
As I beheld thee, soft aglow.  
A moment seized, too swift to keep
In thee, I woke, in thee, I sleep.

She is the verse the heavens sing,  
Adorned in red, a royal thing,  
A vision cast in twilight's glow,  
Where only stars dare softly go.  

Her grace, a dance of whispered light,  
That turns the dark to purest white,  
In her eyes, the galaxies sleep,  
In her smile, the heavens weep.  

So fair, so bright, so unrefined,  
A beauty that both hearts and time confide—  
Yet here I stand, in awe I confess,  
Captive to her quiet, endless finesse.

(Two roses, passionate and peaceful, their love a force that is simultaneously grounding and elevating. Where Valentina is the beautiful, passionate lover, Lucian is the constant protector and source of light. Their love—is as eternal as the blooming of roses, forever intertwined in a dance of devotion, passion, and protection)

Valentina:
Dearest companion of my soul,
How you are the very light that makes me whole!
Your ruby hue, so rich and fine,
Doth bring to mind the sun’s last shine.
When I am near you, all else doth fade,
As though the world in reverence laid.
Oh, let me linger in your arms so near,
For in your presence, I hold no fear.
I am yours, petal by petal, year by year.

Lucian:
Ah, my most beloved, you speak with such grace,
Your words a sweet balm, my heart’s embrace.
Your fragrance, gentle as the morning breeze,
Doth whisper of love’s most tender pleas.
I am but a simple rose in your domain,
Yet in your gaze, I rise again, free of pain.
Your red is more than nature’s design—
It is the very soul of love, divine.

Valentina:
Indeed, dear one, your words touch me so—
As though they were written in the heavens’ glow.
Your fragrance, like a gentle hymn, doth rise,
Filling my heart, my thoughts, my skies.
When I am kissed by the wind’s soft hand,
I dream of you, our love’s sweet land.
Would that I could forever stay,
Bathed in the sweetness of your sway.

Lucian:
How cruel it is that time doth part,
Yet you remain the keeper of my heart.
Your red is not the hue of mere flowered bloom,
But the shade of passion, of love’s sweet room.
With each petal that soft doth fall,
I am reminded of love’s most noble call.
Though our seasons may soon be done,
Know, dearest one, we shall always be one.

Valentina:
Oh, my darling, your words so tenderly spoken
Are the very breath of love, unbroken.
Let us not fret what seasons may bring,
For love transcends time’s fleeting wing.
In your arms, I am not bound by age or fate—
With you, my dear, I shall always wait.
For the red of our hearts shall ever remain,
A symbol of love’s most sweet refrain.

Lucian:
And so we bloom, not for the hour,
But for the gift of love’s full power.
Your fragrance shall live in every breeze,
Whispering sweetly through the trees.
Though our petals may fall, our love is true—
In every bloom, I shall find you.
For in your red, I see the endless sky,
And in your gaze, I shall never die.

Valentina:
Then, my dearest, let us rise above the earth,
And evermore, in love, find our worth.
For though we may fall with the autumn rain,
Our love will bloom, again and again.
In your red, I see the fire of our days,
In your fragrance, the sweetness of all that stays.
Together, dear, let us ever be,
Two roses bound in eternity.

Lucian:
Forever, my love, this bond we shall share,
For your heart and mine are beyond compare.
In the garden of life, where love is sown,
We shall bloom in a glory of our own.
Let others fade, let others fall—
In your red, I am blessed, after all.

O’ Divine Beloved, if Thy face would shine,
What nectar sweet, what bliss divine!
In that gaze, where truth does dwell,
All worlds would merge, all hearts rebel.

Thy mercy flows, an endless stream,
Filling the soul with boundless dream.
The very earth would bend and sway,
At Thy command, night turns to day.

The seas would bow, the heavens hum,
Each star would dance, its light undone.
Thy rays would pierce the darkest skies,
And angels tremble, lost in Thine eyes.

No soul would thirst, no heart would bleed,
In Thee, the cure for every need.
Every prayer, each sigh, each tear,
Would rise to Thee, O’Lord, so near.

Thine eyes, O’ Suns, with blazing might,
Would draw me close and end the night.
A single glance, and I would fade—
In Thy embrace, my soul is made.

Could I but see Thee, once and true,
My heart would soar, my soul would strew
Its love upon the winds of grace,
And in Thy gaze, I’d find my place.

No storm could rage, no wind would tear,
In Thy embrace, all would be fair.
Love would reign, and peace would call,
In Thy sweet mercy, I would fall.

No longer lost, no longer blind,
In Thee, O’ Lord, my soul shall find
The light it seeks, the truth it craves,
In Thy grace, all doubt behaves.

O’ Divine Presence, let me see,
Unveil Thyself and set me free.
In Thy light, all things would grow,
And in Thy love, I’d cease to know
The world, the pain, the grief, the strife—
For in Thy love, I’d live my life.

And when this fleeting time has flown,
Thy name, O’ Lord, will be my own.
Whisper it once, and I will fall,
Melt like dew beneath Thy call.

For in Thy grace, all things align,
And I, O’ Lord, forever shine.
Thy love, my soul’s eternal song,
In Thee, my heart shall dwell, lifelong

Jamil:
Where dost thou dwell, O’ queen of bees,  
In silence, yet so deep, so free?  
Is it by crown, by power’s hand,  
That thou dost lead this sacred land?

Queen Bee (Buzzing softly):
Ah, Jamil, not by crown nor might,  
But in the pulse of love's own light.  
In the heart of the hive, I take my place,  
In every breath, in every grace.  

I sip from nectar, time's own brew,  
A labour's gift, both old and true.  
In each drop, a secret calls—  
A dance where soul and silence fall.

Jamil:
And what is this dance, where truth is spun,  
In each beat of wings, in the rising sun?  
Is it love that shapes the rhythm you keep,  
Where all things wake, and none shall sleep?

Queen Bee:
Love, like honey, doth life bestow,  
In its flavour, light, a dream aglow.  
The workers glide—each step a prayer—  
Their wings are whispers, soft in air.  

In every pulse, no greater, none too small,  
We rise, we fall—each answer calls.  
Is it I, who reigns in quiet sway,  
Or the hum of life that leads the way?

Jamil:
A hum of life? Can power be so pure,  
In a rhythm silent, yet so sure?  
Is’t the heart, or crown, that holds dominion,  
Or is there something beyond our vision?

Queen Bee:
Power lies not in the hand that reigns,  
But in the breath that sustains,  
In unity's pulse, in silence deep,  
Where hidden truths in stillness sleep.  

The hive, a mirror, a universe wide,  
Where every cell and pulse collide.  
In creation’s hum, we rise as one,  
In the sacred dance, all hearts are spun.

Jamil:
The dance of One… I feel it, too,  
In every breath, in every hue.  
But where is the throne, the crown of gold,  
In a world so humble, yet so bold?

Queen Bee:
Seek not the throne, nor crown's bright light,  
For in humble steps, shines divinity's might.  
The soul of the hive, the heart of song,  
Is the truth eternal, where all belong.  

In love’s embrace, no power is sought,  
For in each hum, the truth is taught.  
In the smallest grace, the Divine will dwell,  
In silence, where all truths swell.

Jamil:
And what of the path, the way to glow?  
How dost one dance, and truly know?

Queen Bee:
In rhythm’s hum, in love's sweet breath,  
In unity’s dance, we transcend death.  
Each step we take, each breath we draw,  
Is sacred song, eternal law.  

In honeyed light and grace unspoken,  
The chains of fear are swiftly broken.  
In every soul, in every mind,  
The dance of the One is all we find.

Jamil:
So we dance, not by force, but by grace—  
In every step, we find our place.  
The hive, the pulse, the hum, the song,  
In this, we rise, and we belong.

Queen Bee:
Yes, Jamil, in love’s embrace,  
All is One, and all is grace.  
The Queen within, the song of time—  
The truth of life, in every rhyme.  

Embrace the dance, the sweet release,  
In the pulse of love, find peace.  
For in this hum, in every heart,  
We are One, and never apart.

Jamil:
In humble joy, in silent prayer,  
We rise as one, in endless care.  
And in this truth, this dance so pure,  
We find our light, and we endure.

Queen Bee (Faintly humming):  
So hum, so dance, in love's embrace,  
For all is One, and all is grace.  
The Queen within, the heart of song,  
The truth of life, where we belong.  

In every soul, in every mind,  
The eternal dance of love we find.  
In unity’s rhythm, we shall soar,  
In love, in grace, for evermore.

Your eyes, like twin stars, do brightly gleam,  
Reflecting the sun’s soft golden beam.  
A brilliance that no words can fully trace,  
A quiet splendour, a tranquil grace.  

I, but a humble heart, now make this plea,  
O’ charming soul, stay close to me.  
Let time pause, its cruel march delay,  
And keep you young, forever to stay.  

In your gaze, the world finds its glow,  
A light that only true love can know.  
O’er fleeting years, let not this moment flee—  
Stay with me, and in youth, forever be.

In the end,  
It was Love—no greater thing,  
A silent force, yet all-embracing,  
That came like the moon’s soft beam,  
Lighting every heart, a boundless dream.  

Love whispered truths too deep to tell,  
A secret song, a sacred spell,  
And with its touch, we were made whole,  
Like earth and sky, a single soul.  

No longer lost, no longer torn,  
In Love’s embrace, we are reborn.  
It mends the heart, it frees the mind,  
In its warm glow, all grief resigned.  

For Love, like wine, will always pour  
Into the cracks, forever more,  
Binding the shattered, making bright,  
All that was dark, now bathed in light.  

And in its radiance, we shall see,  
That Love alone is all we need to be free.

May the vast and endless heavens above,  
In their infinite wisdom, surround you with love,  
Bestowing upon you blessings most rare,  
That fill your days with joy and care.  

May victory’s glow, like the dawn’s first light,  
Lift your spirit to exquisite height,  
And harmony, with its gentle sway,  
Guide your steps, come what may.  

May peace, like a river calm and deep,  
Flow through your soul, and softly keep  
Your heart at rest, free from dismay,  
As wisdom whispers, lighting your way.  

May laughter, like raindrops in the spring,  
Dance upon you, and joyfully sing,  
And love’s warm embrace, tender and true,  
Wrap you in beauty, ever new.  

May hope, like the morning’s golden gleam,  
Fill your days with each passing dream,  
Turning each moment to something bright,  
As the stars above keep you in light.  

May the garden of love, radiant and fair,  
Bloom with colours beyond compare,  
Its fragrance, divine, in every breeze,  
Carrying with it a life of ease.  

May courage, like a flame, steady and bright,  
Guide you through dark and uncertain night,  
And joy, like the sun, rise high and clear,  
Filling your heart with warmth, my dear.  

For this soul, in humble reverence, prays,  
That your path be blessed through all your days.  
A Happy New Year, with love to inspire,  
And the stars above lifting you higher.

If I was conceived on a certain day
Then this is who I am!

So...

What's the Sun, What's the Sun, What's the Sun got to do with it?


Ha!  Ja!

DLR & other Deep Thinkers in a Galaxy near YOU
30.12.2024
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P.S. Happy Moment/s and/or 20-25 to YOU-ME-WE-BE

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