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It takes great courage to love women who are marked by the past, with a strong character, but with a kind heart. To heal their wounds, you need a lot of love, and above all you need to be smart, because they are so mature, so experienced that they no longer believe in what you say, but in what you are ready to do for them.

If you don't heed my call and answer me

With joy, with the wine of your words, who will?

Shepherd of the world, refuge of the soul,

If you don't keep us from the wolf, who will?

if you don’t know, I could never explain….....
on thorns my spirit is lain

if you don’t understand i could do nothing
wait for the sword of Damocles to fall on something

if you do care if you do there are so many ways
to reach to stretch your being, my inner self says

if you cant recall the ecstasy the sheer magic
forget it if you will ,though be it so very tragic

if you wont look into my eye's mirrored image
go deeper inside to find you, become a sage

if you want. only want that is never the path of the spirit
somewhere inside you have to search be it the deepest pit

if you care more than you can bear
you must find words, all barrier you must tear

if you cannot do what you wish you could
you have to let it go its way the way it should

if your desire is relentless remorselessly haunting
you must tune it to other's intolerable wanting

if you cannot ever do that or never dreamed you can
you have to just let it be. In sorrow, belong to its clan…..

I loved you first: but afterwards your love
Outsoaring mine, sang such a loftier song
As drowned the friendly cooings of my dove.
Which owes the other most? my love was long,
And yours one moment seemed to wax more strong;
I loved and guessed at you, you construed me
And loved me for what might or might not be –
Nay, weights and measures do us both a wrong.
For verily love knows not ‘mine’ or ‘thine;’
With separate ‘I’ and ‘thou’ free love has done,
For one is both and both are one in love:
Rich love knows nought of ‘thine that is not mine;’
Both have the strength and both the length thereof,
Both of us, of the love which makes us one.

When the hurt of harsh words
has waned,
and feelings,
flush
from the fruits of tender years,
emerge;
love survives.

Malignant memories,
impervious
to the cut of time's scalpel,
seize my fragile heart.

You left me,
stunned,
by the depth of your silence,
to mourn my shortcomings alone.

Now,
somewhere between loss and lust,
clutching the scent
of a salmon-coloured nightdress,
I cry out.

Can you hear my voice,
or feel the unbearable
pain?

May my memory protect you,
on some dark night,
when you, too, ache
for understanding,
as you learn
the non-negotiable terms of love.

You are haunting my dreams;
conducting your spell from afar.

A distance that leaves me,
weeping,
wanting,
and bereft.

The slowly drips of water destroying
A pedal of a plant glowing
The stream of dreams crushed
A leaf green and standing with a lush
The years have past but fears have faded
A plant growing but tainted
The life inside overcoming with each tear letting go
A flower as a rose growing thorns to protect as you know

In shadows we roamed,
Echoes of love now faded,
Lost souls find solace.

Welcome truth into my life
don't let me down and cause me strife
I give my heart with honesty
expecting your sincerity.

We speak of love unseen but heard
can I believe your every word?
My trust has failed me in the past
when hoping this is love at last.

But wait the sands begin to shift
and yet again I'm cast adrift
The truth it seems was just a lie
and once again the love will die.

When will we learn the difference
and try to make our lives' make sense
Is it too much to ask for truth
another Lothario forsooth.

Queen Searching Lost Kingdom

Geranium whispers in the twilight haze,
A queen wanders under the moon's soft gaze.
Her kingdom lost, her heart in strife,
In every petal, she seeks her life.

Aster stars sprinkle the night,
Guiding her way with their radiant light.
Echoes of laughter, shadows of crowns,
In dreams of old, her hope rebounds.

Lilies pure, standing tall and fair,
Whispers of a kingdom that was once there.
Courage in heart, scepter in hand,
She journeys forth to reclaim her land.

Iris, the rainbow, blooms in her wake,
Reflecting the path that she must take.
Across the mountains, through the dales,
Her spirit strong, she never fails.

Camellia blushes in dawn's first light,
Symbol of love, burning bright.
In the heart of a queen, love knows no bounds,
Her lost kingdom, she finally found.

In the forest of forget-me-not,
She finds a land that time forgot.
The palace stands, proud and grand,
In the kingdom, where love and memories expand.

Azalea, a celebration of life anew,
In the heart of the kingdom, where love is true.
With her people, she dances with joy,
In the land that time could never destroy.

Daisies bloom in fields wide and vast,
Reminding her of a beautiful past.
Now the queen of a kingdom reborn,
In the heart of her people, she'll never be forlorn.

Roses, the symbol of eternal love,
Blessings bestowed from the heavens above.
In the heart of a rose, she finds her peace,
Queen of her kingdom, where wonders never cease.

In your journey down the hall,
Please wish me softly a goodnight call,
And as you close the bedroom door,
Gently, please, don't make it roar.

For as my eyelids slowly close,
I feel myself drift to repose,
And I begin to dream once more,
Of children's laughter I adore.

I miss them dearly as they played,
Their happiness, it never strayed,
They made me smile, they made me see,
The joy that comes from being free.

I loved to care for them each day,
To cherish them in every way,
To watch them grow, it was a sight,
But now they're angels in the night.

Among the stars they softly roam,
Guiding me through life's unknown,
Even through the darkest night,
They're angels now, among the light.

And I hope dearly, for someday,
We'll meet again, in some small way,
And then no one will say goodbye,
For none of us will ever fly