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in the presence of her love, the sun must ignite, arising, he greets her from now receding night where the beauty of the stars, blanketed her face her aspect enshrouded by an image of delight her arms spread wide like the wings of an eagle, to hold and protect me from oncoming evils, engulfed in her compassion, i boast no equal, as a rose is among flowers she is among people, you cannot fathom, her love which measures, from cosmo to cosmo as high as the heavens, even more so when we are together, for time with her is timeless but time apart is forever we are now one, our love not soon destraught, we are love personified, which we have saught, and if my heart be searched each and every part what one is to find is another beating heart the shade of the oak, where our names embossed the light of the sun, which is guiding the lost, and though my senses be strengthened by our immortal cause, the sweetest sound remains the beat of her loving heart
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Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 7:48 PM UTC
Heart Felt
in the presence of her love, the sun must ignite, arising, he greets her from now receding night where the beauty of the stars, blanketed her face her aspect enshrouded by an image of delight her arms spread wide like the wings of an eagle, to hold and protect me from oncoming evils, engulfed in her compassion, i boast no equal, as a rose is among flowers she is among people, you cannot fathom, her love which measures, from cosmo to cosmo as high as the heavens, even more so when we are together, for time with her is timeless but time apart is forever we are now one, our love not soon destraught, we are love personified, which we have saught, and if my heart be searched each and every part what one is to find is another beating heart the shade of the oak, where our names embossed the light of the sun, which is guiding the lost, and though my senses be strengthened by our immortal cause, the sweetest sound remains the beat of her loving heart
Had a dream aged 17, complete darkness and myself and a mystery girl sitting at opposite ends of an oak tree, communicating exclusively with emotion, if there was commentary, i assume this would be it
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Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 7:48 PM UTC
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