I spend days thinking of you
And nights dreaming of you
Your smiling image is stuck in my eyes
And your voice is buzzing in my ears
It’s fascinating after so many years
I’m still reminiscing of your sweet apple pies
When you used to spoon-feed me
And wipe my lips with kisses of honey.
I tried to forget you, to move on
......
enigmatically enlightened
embodied essence of
o__live imperceptible
darkly moon-fragrant purity a__live
still knowingness of rippled
LAKE LOVE
quiet mirth transitioning
I see the foolish in
YOu and CUP
it marbled
......
do not be afraid
GO ! MY BELOVED
YOU are the CENTRE OF CREATION
so go c r e a t e
see these children in my
EMBRACing Protect ion
I create them for You
I will send them when
......
If this was 1634 It would only be just me and you except all of our little ones to, we would help you with the farm and on days with no work sale our goods in the village. I would be your favorite gypsy girl and you my favorite renaissance man. Take the long way home, walking thru the poppy fields.
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do not be afraid
GO ! MY BELOVED
YOU are the CENTRE OF CREATION
so go c r e a t e
see these children in my
EMBRACing Protect ion
I create them for You
I will send them when
......
enigmatically enlightened
embodied essence of
o__live imperceptible
darkly moon-fragrant purity a__live
still knowingness of rippled
LAKE LOVE
quiet mirth transitioning
I see the foolish in
YOu and CUP
it marbled
......
I spend days thinking of you
And nights dreaming of you
Your smiling image is stuck in my eyes
And your voice is buzzing in my ears
It’s fascinating after so many years
I’m still reminiscing of your sweet apple pies
When you used to spoon-feed me
And wipe my lips with kisses of honey.
I tried to forget you, to move on
......
If this was 1634 It would only be just me and you except all of our little ones to, we would help you with the farm and on days with no work sale our goods in the village. I would be your favorite gypsy girl and you my favorite renaissance man. Take the long way home, walking thru the poppy fields.
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