wander the cobblestone forest and bless the iron trees with your presence and beauty. grace the concrete grass with the pace of the queen you are becoming and bring it all to life. free your heart to fly as its' design demands... that the racing of your heart never slow or tire in the name of love. make it all green my love... your king awaits
release the heartfelt sigh and smile the smile he sees as a beacon in the night. summon his heart that rests neath the blue of his moon. where the blue orchids grow wild and rare... as rare as your heart is to him... and just as beautiful. hold them close now... as you await your king
and never let it be said that "love is dead" or that "wasted tears were shed". never let it be read that "passion's well has dried" or that "what we are has died". for what has been remains... passed others, loss and gains. in the coming and the going... in the waiting and the knowing. we are... who and what we are. my love... your love... our love... forever love...
you are beautifully and wonderfully ever-made for me... and you are alive...
~moses apollo
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