Your heart holds secrets I touch from a distance Endless with realities of a future suspended We are separated upon our meeting And this dream grows lonely As your sheets hold the love of another Nights come soon and my mind wanders if You will find the hour to touch my pure heart Pulsating as in my youth for your shaft You do not come and my nature goes without Disturbed by your absence I seek the bloodlines Of Chebes who throw away their seedlings and Seize virgin bodies with their poisoned staffs Suffer not in these words I only request you release me from this captivity That leaves me prisoner to this illusion of love
Desta
“Writing is a potion of devotion, magical, mysterious and mighty” Desta
"Love is like the sea. It's a moving thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from the shore it meets, and it's different with every shore. ” Zora Neale Hurston
That particular line alone had me up on Ancestry.com like hmm...? How interesting. That emotion of love is such a powerful thing. ~~~~~~~~ When One learns to live without fear, then One cannot be broken.