I create the floor
Through the act of sweeping
Within
I unsleeve  my shelves of their volume
Of their heavings and will
I now welcome an unskilling
To the task of a swept floor
I unmake myself
Thorough  point
And attention

It was Christmas. I was spending it with my family, just like every year.
Strangely, something was different, but what?
It wasn't the same place, some people were missing, and some other people I didn't know were there.

Suddenly she walks into the scene.
Dressed in a virginal white dress.
Very little makeup, letting me see her natural beauty.
Her brown hair as beautiful as can be.
Her blue eyes calling for me, mesmerizing me.
I couldn't help but falling for her.

She's talented, gorgeous, smart, funny, and the list goes on.
Me? I'm nothing in comparison,
but there she was, so close to me, yet so far.

Which would be my opening line?
Would she find me interesting enough?
Would she ever love me like I love her?
There was only one way to find out.

As I walk towards her, she's asked to give a little performance.
She played, she danced and she sang.
She shot an arrow right through my heart.
She moved with the grace of a swan,
sang with the voice of the angels,
and played with the talent of a prodigy.

Just as I finally aproach her to introduce myself,
I wake up.
Will I ever be this close to her again?

What a beautiful way to say it
thank you I love you too the most in this whole wide world
for the many times
you found me everywhere for the many times you reappeared, even on here HP I love you
adore you, and pain to not have grabbed you back then when it mattered to you still
you are a genius to plan your love life chronologicaly a success to not lose no matter the pain or loss life forced my life and love life a chronolical disaster systematically a downhill slippery ***** as if unseen forces did all to prevent changing Earth as you dreamevf8r us to do had you known me better you would have made it easier to get to you earlier before life men and women made more scars
if you suffered she'll shock I suffer PTSD none if this suffering though was a problem to win big your way long before mother's day time changes things you could have thrown a big party for you and me but realize
that I was already bitterly wounded
by kidnapping himan predator men and a Charles Manson advocate hunting me in USA
I couldn't follow our old script since you mentioned being married I felt deeply wounded
I felt the hell of jealousy by bad people since age six and later
by demonic Medeas torturing my new born babies I still hear their screams today my ptsd
the only failure real culprit was
your rush to show me your next woman begging you for it all
I can still feel the knife
of those words digging me numb and mute you beast, I was present inches from you owner of your love and treasures why
in hell or in heaven not just grab me and hold me there forever!
weep with me love me to happily ever after!
If i was worth to you everything it was all only yours too already just for the taking!
I am glad my suffering has changed you can I benefit?
see, feel such change! or your wives do? naturally
maby others in your world  benefit.
you were easy to love a Good attractive handsome in manner and in form intelligent gifted rich
gentleman I didn't pass you on you ran from me
and I had chicks 8n the best to tend to asap
everyone can see all this in you
I was blind folded far away
scripted fighting malice greed of others hunting me in a world filled with unreality no helpers my allies were invisible
how was that ever fair and then you jumped to put the icing on my devastating puzzle
you got me all wrong and blessed me to test my heart
giving me a live in woumb treasure I lost
then you placed a scriped fairytale tale in my hands as you layed hurting in someone else's nursing hands but you didn't forget me neither did I
and please look at me truth is all that's left for my great loss.
yet I take all this world of reality gone wrong and unreality stink to heaven in a treasure chest heart of gold and soul I am deeply sorry to not win your favour my wounds were fresh and shame was deep mute lame

If you see an Artist in me,
I accept your compliment it's beautiful I am just you too artist in many ways identical two hearts of gold beating as one
however strange.
You like myself are a true romantic a poet a true elite above the greatest minds ever read about or met.
Glad my art ink has changed you for the better and others benefit
your words apeace a rock off my chest I wrote for me for you firstly and I welcomed all efforts to aproach me from every angle
I am eternally greatful thank you

I wanted you to know and understand my inner core
unconditionally expecting whatever is given is given to me
not 2hat I want to for all comments you wrote I thank you for your time your popping up to read to follow to
learn what's in my RHO- core

I meant so much to you.
You still a bittersweet blessing 
understanding you too late
my misfortune loving you my
survival paradigm blessing

I was your sand hour glass
time sensitive disaster!
I go lamenting all day long hearing from you
is healing that you enjoy life and breathe helps me breathe too
you remain the love of my life.
I rather share you then lose you
think of me I need you.

Your chronological ink lost me but later found me apeacing me; understanding people
and myself was my winning other key.
I'm reciprocating to your
Scarlett letter A's and so much more.
So be it, let it be its better late than never.
Without you present here my air has been thick, food bitter prayers painfuly unenswered

in my world no person is owned
by anyone dear one.
Someone else you predicted
got to our TwinOaks home.
its all into the Lord's hands now
where else to go in your absence
my dear JPC-RK?
"This is the true loving of the woman who loves you most in the whole wide world."
 
 "I  rather shared you then lose you" I Think of you.

In an eye blink tears fall again
"I am wishfully thinking of you"
for you fall in love also
at
home.
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By:Karijinbba -03/03/2020.
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