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Embraced
When you find something more, do you grow into something more, or do you remain stagnated in a pausal moment, whilst absorbing the motion of your own awe, from the inner growth that that experience truly profferred to you ?
Do you navigate yourself through the nostalgic moments that hold your heart to ransom, or do you process the emotions that burst forth, before taking that step forward into your future ?
Do you lie to yourself when you look in that mirror each morning, denying yourself a piece of truth that tantalised the fringes of your psyche ?
When I think about you holding me I feel the imprint of your soul embossed upon mine, and my heart is anchored to yours as I feel the weight of you pressed upon me, and I sense the depth of your hazel pools piercing my amber flecked eyes, tell me no lies, when it comes what lies in your heart.
A mans highest calling is to love the woman that captivates his heart and nourishes his soul as he plants his kisses upon her frame, to harvest upon from season to season, without rhyme or reason as they give to one another the sustenance of longevity, knowing that true love isn't fleeting between souls ablaze.
Even when he's mystified by her silence and she bewilders him, he'll still be there to wrap her in his arms to reassure her of his devotion, as his e - motions continue to flow while she basks in the soft radiance of his loving glow as the ambience within him, seals his love for her.
We learnt the art of pining as we pondered the everlasting notions of a love that can only be aligned to the aesthete longings we each possess for nature, while inhaling the essence of one anothers nature, and the nature of our love can only be defined as raw and divine.
Profound and sublime, is what we'd find as we merged upon one another until we found ourselves at one with our true nature, and if you asked me what I miss the most ?
It'd be your embrace, as that's what I long to feel the most, in between the softness of the words that fall from your lips, to mine.
I have grown from the slivers of yourself you once shared with me, and I'm honored to have mused upon such a gorgeous creature for all those years.
https://youtu.be/hvXwwpHLfQ8
Do you navigate yourself through the nostalgic moments that hold your heart to ransom, or do you process the emotions that burst forth, before taking that step forward into your future ?
Do you lie to yourself when you look in that mirror each morning, denying yourself a piece of truth that tantalised the fringes of your psyche ?
When I think about you holding me I feel the imprint of your soul embossed upon mine, and my heart is anchored to yours as I feel the weight of you pressed upon me, and I sense the depth of your hazel pools piercing my amber flecked eyes, tell me no lies, when it comes what lies in your heart.
A mans highest calling is to love the woman that captivates his heart and nourishes his soul as he plants his kisses upon her frame, to harvest upon from season to season, without rhyme or reason as they give to one another the sustenance of longevity, knowing that true love isn't fleeting between souls ablaze.
Even when he's mystified by her silence and she bewilders him, he'll still be there to wrap her in his arms to reassure her of his devotion, as his e - motions continue to flow while she basks in the soft radiance of his loving glow as the ambience within him, seals his love for her.
We learnt the art of pining as we pondered the everlasting notions of a love that can only be aligned to the aesthete longings we each possess for nature, while inhaling the essence of one anothers nature, and the nature of our love can only be defined as raw and divine.
Profound and sublime, is what we'd find as we merged upon one another until we found ourselves at one with our true nature, and if you asked me what I miss the most ?
It'd be your embrace, as that's what I long to feel the most, in between the softness of the words that fall from your lips, to mine.
I have grown from the slivers of yourself you once shared with me, and I'm honored to have mused upon such a gorgeous creature for all those years.
https://youtu.be/hvXwwpHLfQ8
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