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Jan 2020
Oh Mother Earth-Heart, a prose of Love, I simply cannot silence,
For Affairs of Heart do Truly start in Love no Solid Guidance.
You move unseen, Betwixt between, adorning All who Dances.
I'm Overdrawn, my heart is worn to endeavour these Finances.
Rising realms and Planes avail, I sometimes trip my feet,
Cast out of Sphere my Worlds right here, It is then I hear Thou speak.
Floods my Akashic, takes Cathartic to equate your countered cries,
And Oh My, those Angels fly in and out of Yonder Skies.

"Dear Ray! My All One truly beckons, for You were Born on Wings!"
Oh, Blessings flower, and now every Hour I deftly hear you sing.

"Then listen to my Avatar call! You rarely do ignore!"
Well yes ingress, for I know less than you who's wanting more.

"I've served you Realm at Sailor's Helm, and still you're all quite Contrary!
Well I'd agree with most of that, it's my Owl and my Canary.

"You Savoured Love, it's Meaning Felt, My Earth-Heart was All With You"
Well thanks again oh Noble Lady, our Hearts are now in situ.

"You Will Grow some More, Adore What Plans I Have in Store for You..."
Well give us a Shout when you Let It Out, there's Snooker on Beeb2.

"You've Ascended Well, Praise Where it's Due, Excuse Recent Bombardment"
Oh I'll take a chance with Cosmic dance, it's fine from my apartment.

"We Love your Prose it's Heaven s(c)ent, and the Gods say You've Done Swimmingly"
Only few know where I go, with you and what you mean t'me.

"Cut some slack and listen back, that Owl had Nasty Habit."
Well **** Whoopi Goldberg, my Tawny howled, with me when we did grab it!

"Don't get Confused from being Used, that Handler's Firebug"
Oh Im all fused, his punches Bruised... bigger the Handler Bigger the Mug.

"Then Ease Your Mind my Angel Kind, I'll Fire Thee Level Atmic."
Cheers ***, you've Become my Lover in my Mind's Attic.

"Just remember Celestials are Powerful Beyond Measure"
I'll Take Onboard and Most Certainly Horde all your Earth-Heart Treasure.

"And lastly Ray, May I Truly say, my Love for you Eternal"
Back at ya Lass, I'm a Soldier that you can call your Kernel
Ray Irvine
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Ray Irvine  50/M/Preston
(50/M/Preston)   
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