Languages of Love

Beautiful!

Sleepless Warrior

 


Love hugs you
When you are weak
Love is proud when
You succeed
Love lives in honesty and
Love stays despite of adversity
 
Loves rules against
All odds
Love will be there when you
Stumble and fall
 
Love gives more than
It receives
Love heals the broken spirit
Love brings laughter and joy
To your soul
 
Love gives you wings
When you cannot fly and
Love picks you up
When you drop from
The sky
 
Love humbles you
When you reach the moon
Love encourages you
To keep reaching for your stars
Every night
 
Love calms you in
The midst of the storm
Love can rock your boat and
And push you, out of your
Comfort zone
 
Love can be a
Sinner or a saint
Love can be good or bad but
Its meaning doesn’t change
 
Love in any language
Sounds like…

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“My muse’

Beautiful words that demonstrate the power of love and how it affects the heart of a man. I particularly like that he calls her his “muse” because I too am that for my man. His fuel, part of his creative flow, his other part, and am quite honored to be that for him. So it is with thoughts of him that I reblog this and dedicate it to him. Fedora loves you. Peace!

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My muse

You are love and I’m  no-one. You came to me with haunting words awakening the want of love, dance and song.
Your gentle voice awoke my dying spirit. Your kind  words and  sweet whispers opening new sweet dreams.

Now I dream of my beautiful Katie. I dream of night drinking espresso in the city of lights. Roaming the London streets looking for a cozy Pub to drink, talk and dance.

You told me. Johnnie, you will be okay. You must live to sing song of love to my willing ears. We will act like children. laying nude in bed of silk till the afternoon sun. Finding places where lovers can be free in tender touch and wild heart.

Yesterday I searched for a good way to die. Today I dream of the fragrant of your warm skin near. Your beautiful face close and hearing your whispers  of the…

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Blurred

It was clear until my heart
Felt the pangs of pain
I will never forget

The pangs of missing
What it believes I should have
But have yet to receive

I still can’t see
My way
Through the blurred space
Created by
Our connection
Our love
Our desires

The fog is thick
Dense and cold
Until it clears
I will be bold

I will go forth
To finish my task
To build
To love
So it will last

Always obedient
To his will
I keep going
Until he says
Be still

The line will become clear
As soon as I hear
The new direction
God has for me

Until that time
I walk this path
Through the blurred space
That we create