She whispers sweet I love you's without me having to be loud about 'attend me, I am here'
She sings softly that she misses me
She reaches out fearlessly and her ego or significance has nothing to do with it
It is just about how we can both coalesce in this soul consceince where hearts cohere to beat at one rhythm sincere
She evens because there are no silent replies, she understands the scribe because there are no hidden agenda's
It is not about what I have or what she has but what we both can make
Her third eye awakes and her halo crystallises; a new christening has been fated
She has flown into the rays of Haroon and shone pure light for Maroon so in marrying our creation objectives; the law of one is not forgotten too soon
We find each other through miles and kilomatters of distance
But in this instance we start a conversation and it's not that so the others can look at her as supercilious but because she exemplifies that the romantic bubble surreal is us
Orbs in an age of pages where the world reads again
For this she is a day anew in the evening
For this she shines the night sky with her longing for sensuality overshadowing lustful and baseless sexuality
In the morning she is the snow warm and golden
Her scent is my token and for this Fathers of yesteryear are awoken
The fear to love is broken
Sheaken by the ********** the dark is curled and the Doa has a do now
It feels right we go with it, seal it with a kiss
Heavenly clouds, her ****** might just be the new symbol of how you clothe bliss
For a time this emotion that has been poeted has found its moment that has awoken memories of a time when women loved
A new shell beautufied, CalliaTee new you are a dove.
Aug 11, 2017
Aug 11, 2017 at 3:21 AM UTC
She whispers sweet I love you's without me having to be loud about 'attend me, I am here'
She sings softly that she misses me
She reaches out fearlessly and her ego or significance has nothing to do with it
It is just about how we can both coalesce in this soul consceince where hearts cohere to beat at one rhythm sincere
She evens because there are no silent replies, she understands the scribe because there are no hidden agenda's
It is not about what I have or what she has but what we both can make
Her third eye awakes and her halo crystallises; a new christening has been fated
She has flown into the rays of Haroon and shone pure light for Maroon so in marrying our creation objectives; the law of one is not forgotten too soon
We find each other through miles and kilomatters of distance
But in this instance we start a conversation and it's not that so the others can look at her as supercilious but because she exemplifies that the romantic bubble surreal is us
Orbs in an age of pages where the world reads again
For this she is a day anew in the evening
For this she shines the night sky with her longing for sensuality overshadowing lustful and baseless sexuality
In the morning she is the snow warm and golden
Her scent is my token and for this Fathers of yesteryear are awoken
The fear to love is broken
Sheaken by the ********** the dark is curled and the Doa has a do now
It feels right we go with it, seal it with a kiss
Heavenly clouds, her ****** might just be the new symbol of how you clothe bliss
For a time this emotion that has been poeted has found its moment that has awoken memories of a time when women loved
A new shell beautufied, CalliaTee new you are a dove.
Song to track Transcendence: 'Blank and Jones - I Love You'
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