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Unconditionally


I fell into his eyes...

  where the golden skies
      and amber rays of sun
        kissed the blue sea
         and bloomed deep green


A pool of hazel
        rippling
              rain
                  drops
Pounding to a heart beat that

*POPS*
  into a
     thousand
        stars—consuming
A melody ruling my salted heart.

And sweet the sea
           washes over me
Beautiful it rings to be—

A whole new world—uncovering
The frailest part
of
  my
      soul
And hailing icy—bliss fire through me.

Turning me to pure gold
Refined from the
Impurest
Of old

My cloudy sky
     And dreary world
Of thoughts becoming
     So insignificant
In comparison
     To the love
I've fallen
     Into.

To the world he's
      Opened to me.
The person
      I'm meant to be.
And I laugh,
      A sound
  ringing in
           my  
     soul—
(((Echoing)))
   soundly—softly
          through my
     quaking
bones.

I've dipped my fingers

Into a cup

of
 Something
    Bold—
      
And it touched me to
The center in my heart
of
 leaden
   cold—
And this love—so foreign—has found me
        broken, but
   mending
slow.


       Why, it can't possibly be
    That he could Love
  A wretched soul
As me—But is seems he does.
      How wonderful
          That seems to me.

 

My world has discovered a new place

Of wonder and adventure

In the form

        Of an

 Unexplainable

Face.

 

And as I fall deeper and Deeper

I climb higher and Higher

Into a world that begins—ends with a

  shimmering gold-flecked amber sun

     a whispering sea of blue then green

A world where angels sing

In the pleasant glow of a soft angel smile

It becomes my smile

 

The events continue to end

—begin where they meet—

in the loving eyes of the one

I love.

I see it,

And hope remains it,

That It will always be there in his eyes

The answer some have grown to despise

 

I found—and find—Love.

 

And his Love is mine to keep.

And the thought makes me weep.

 

Blissfully

Happily

 

He Loves me—it seems

 as endlessly

    as tenderly

As the sun

Loves the sea.

    Unconditionally

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bramblequeen

I am an artist, a writer and a designer. I love to express my emotions, my thoughts, my ideas, my love for nature, and for my loved ones, through my work.

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