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A fairy Tale As Silly as it May Be
A fairy Tale
As silly as it may be.
In the Spring of the light,
Many centuries ago,
HER petals fell as
rain bent HER crown,
Darkened skies,
Lightning bolts,
Wilted petals in need
of a bright sky,
A Fairy Tale as silly
as it may be,
Was creeping upon
HER smoltering
deep dark skies,
~~~~~~~~~~~
One Wintery night,
Many years ago,
HIS twigs began to
freeze as icicles
froze HIS crown,
Gray’ish skies,
Bolts of hail,
Crackened twigs in
need of a light sky,
A Fairy Tale as silly
as it may be,
Was creeping upon
HIS smoltering
deep dark skies,
~~~~~~~~~~~
*Two
worlds
collide
into
one*
He drenched her petals,
She mended his twigs,
As
they
intertwined
with
one
another,
A Fairy Tale as
Silly as it may be.
You and Me.
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My Love
Raw Love
Love is raw, deep and full of
aspirations…..
Love at the bottom of the barrel is raw
It is beauty and the beast mixed into one
It is heaven and hell at the same time
Love is not butterflies in your stomach
it is not googly eyes on your mate
it is not apple and spice and everything nice!
Love at the bottom of the barrel is deep
it is a mix of good with the bad
it is calm with a touch of intense
Love is not an act of neediness
it is not jealousy and fear
it is not neediness or helplessness
Love at the bottom of the barrel are aspirations
it is a pen to paper of goals
it is a cloud full of dreams
Love is not what you think of love
Love is a 24-hour job you hate to love
Love is raw, deep and full of
aspirations…..
My Spark of Love
My love. My confidant. The man who holds my heart. I knew he was out there. I knew time would lead me to him. One year later and I am the happiest I’ve ever been. That is love.
He is my friend who I can share my thoughts with. He is my co-parent who accepted my 5 year old as his own. Who does that? A real man! This man! My man!
We compliment each other with our own quirky ways. We are like a scale…always evening life out. I have never felt so complete as I do with my number one man.
He plays his guitar as he sings to lyrics that come to his mind. I write with my pen as I write words to create stories. We are a ying and yang of the life of artists.
He is my muse and I am his backbone. He is my King and I his Queen. We rule our world with love, freedom, compassion and most importantly….with unconditional love.
Namaste.
Ballad of Love
Virtuoso of strings is he
as balladist of words is she
Collectively commen are they
as they share a space of
~Dilitante Ways~
She dances to his blues
His strings dissipate gloom
Drunk from their brews
as they share a space of
~Ballads of croon~
Influenced as she is
his illumination
Conspicuously aware as
he is her muse
Heart to Soul
Soul to Love
Love to Ballads
~Amorous Love~