Not all Married men are inaccessible to a past true love Especially mentally united. Not all honorable unmarried men are accessible for affairs in the love arenas Some married men are a Knight to someone special without any extra-marital stains. My King lost his sword by me all without my intention to do harm at all but mare duty to love my man more than I loved myself.
Once a married poet found his sword by me by my virtual loving ways and at a distance. My old true love King of hearts thinks of me walking, sighing love poems about our road not taken. My avenue of the death. I feel like a blindfolded sword gold hearted queen who has lost her pharaoh and can't be consoled. I need my Knight in real life My beloved king of hearts! My once upon a time? My willow tree of life.? My ancient Pinocchio hiding wealth name reign and heart of gold? Oh come to me I plead you. I love you so. ~~~~ Karijinbba. ~~~
Drip, drip, drip, a constant rhythm as the raindrops collided against her umbrella, protecting her like a knight, his enemies small but many as she goes about her day carrying with her a bouquet of flowers picked along her travels whispering to herself.
It's the details she wishes to rope in and hold forever as she examined the wet spot on this particular petal of her freshly picked bouquet, magnifying all the perfect imperfection, because she sees herself, and there's beauty in that too.
Suddenly I feel like a man singing painfully in love "When man loves a woman" hear her sing Yesterday Lennon–McCartney Beatles. I've seen seven wonders of the world in your eyes. Your sunsets to make me cry. My moon in all its faces gives shivers to your spine. I see beauty in diamonds synthilating within me same spell sparkles in thee afire rubbies of us reflect radiantly on me.
I am ice cubed frozen body mind soul cold a wishful thinking well pennies for my thoughts? Oak tree stump my ancient to willow tree now has turned. Tears put out this fire dear but ambers linger so I write no Knight may fly your kite I give myself everything I got In love I remain with me. I trust in self for my courage to carry on as longing dog out in the rain alone or in. your scorching sun hear me crying and howling out I love thee so.. ~~~~~~~~~ Karijinbba at Mr. and Mrs. Andrews
My ancient Lancelot. *Love is patient love is kind, it kept no record of wrong doing piling high." Reminiscing my first poet, sigh; sweet cane dust sprinkled on a table's body inch by inch. Tracings followed little food reduced to crumbs Saving hunger and thirst for the last dance, Knight sought. True lovers lost and found. Come lovers unrequited long find a new dancing floor dance till the end of love. I've saved the last dance for an ancient true Knight sought long and by and by. A lifetime I've traveled hard fed by my lover's light in eye. It's time, see me renewed in my new Hindu Knight's light and sigh. ~~~~~~ By Karijinbba
for so long I traveled in the ghost of my knight's love in eye. (Rddpc-Rk/ RddBba.) I stand alone young in heart for a dance on a final castle floor.