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

^I seek the bloodlines of Chebes

That particular line alone had me up on Ancestry.com like hmm...? How interesting. That emotion of love is such a powerful thing.
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When One learns
to live without fear,
then One cannot be broken.