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Three Kinds of Bliss
- Three Kinds of Bliss -
The things that make me happiest…
Bliss of the First Kind – Carnal
Oh, to sing of the hot bliss I find in a lover’s arms!
Might I compare it to the kiss of the sun in spring?
For in that season I am smitten by so many charms.
Yet in love all charms a lover to me doth so bring!
And this is but a taste of happiness, ne’er the whole.
For happiness is a well, which hath not an ending…
I fall into it, and I am content to lose all my control!
Before its’ power, I find myself supple and bending.
Lips that I might kiss: are but a sipping of that well,
And I let their moistness fall upon me, and I therein.
Happiness is warmth hotter than the fires of all Hell,
The heat of love, and that embrace I long to begin!
Bliss of the Second Kind – Personal
There is bliss to be found in being the woman I am,
For so long I could not speak my nature out loud…
Having had the misfortune, of being born as a man.
Now I live unafraid, and of my femininity so proud!
In skirts long and flowing with my hair worn pretty,
Men and women catch my eye, and I blush so red.
But I am not vain, and in my ways I am not petty…
So there is serenity within me, of which I have said.
I like to be called princess, and I love to wear pink,
With a bow in my tresses, or around my slim waist!
I am female in how I talk, how I look, how I think,
And you can see the inner peace in my smiling face.
Bliss of the Third Kind – Spiritual
How to sing of the bliss I found, in my spiritual life,
Is no simple matter so I shall make it simple, pure…
And I will extol the Goddess, who rid me of strife!
Not a daughter could ask of any mother, for more.
Unto me, she sent angels when I had been in need,
And her divine beauty, inspired me to such verse…
That it set my spirit aflame, and that fire I still feed.
Her praises, are within me; I need never rehearse!
She is in every flower and each rose in my garden.
I feel her in the azure of the sky, and in the stars…
Her forgiveness is a mercy; her love is her pardon.
By her command I was healed of all my old scars!
But one thing is just as grand as these three joys…
The words “I love you”; so will you tell me these?
I would be happy as a child with Christmas toys…
For love is the happiness that grants truest peace!
The things that make me happiest…
Bliss of the First Kind – Carnal
Oh, to sing of the hot bliss I find in a lover’s arms!
Might I compare it to the kiss of the sun in spring?
For in that season I am smitten by so many charms.
Yet in love all charms a lover to me doth so bring!
And this is but a taste of happiness, ne’er the whole.
For happiness is a well, which hath not an ending…
I fall into it, and I am content to lose all my control!
Before its’ power, I find myself supple and bending.
Lips that I might kiss: are but a sipping of that well,
And I let their moistness fall upon me, and I therein.
Happiness is warmth hotter than the fires of all Hell,
The heat of love, and that embrace I long to begin!
Bliss of the Second Kind – Personal
There is bliss to be found in being the woman I am,
For so long I could not speak my nature out loud…
Having had the misfortune, of being born as a man.
Now I live unafraid, and of my femininity so proud!
In skirts long and flowing with my hair worn pretty,
Men and women catch my eye, and I blush so red.
But I am not vain, and in my ways I am not petty…
So there is serenity within me, of which I have said.
I like to be called princess, and I love to wear pink,
With a bow in my tresses, or around my slim waist!
I am female in how I talk, how I look, how I think,
And you can see the inner peace in my smiling face.
Bliss of the Third Kind – Spiritual
How to sing of the bliss I found, in my spiritual life,
Is no simple matter so I shall make it simple, pure…
And I will extol the Goddess, who rid me of strife!
Not a daughter could ask of any mother, for more.
Unto me, she sent angels when I had been in need,
And her divine beauty, inspired me to such verse…
That it set my spirit aflame, and that fire I still feed.
Her praises, are within me; I need never rehearse!
She is in every flower and each rose in my garden.
I feel her in the azure of the sky, and in the stars…
Her forgiveness is a mercy; her love is her pardon.
By her command I was healed of all my old scars!
But one thing is just as grand as these three joys…
The words “I love you”; so will you tell me these?
I would be happy as a child with Christmas toys…
For love is the happiness that grants truest peace!
Published 10th Feb 2012
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