I wish to tell you another story of another woman. Passionate and loving in nature with good will to another. Her name was all that, and all that she was. A story of poet who used words to express and release her inner most feeling, but was entrapped by the strength invoked by the feelings printed on the manuscripts of her life. Now she became one with her poem, yet separated from the words, as each emotion it evoked only became evident in her life. Her life shared with a man of seven years her senior, but the same in mind, body, heart and soul. Her poetry became the very being of this one man, personified through love, hurt, guilt, and passion. He became her masterpiece, her manuscript. He spoke many languages, but the language of love was his strength and also his weakness. I wish to tell you the story of how the carnal and innate nature took hold of a man who wore a naked ring upon his finger, a ring of promises, and a woman who wore a half halo around her head. And how they raced the clock to exchange passion for passion, adventure for loneliness, guilt for mere pleasure and heart for heart. In that short space of time where they hastily uprooted forbidden love, they also carved a path that when journeyed together lead to Hopes and desires. Hopes that the naked ring would remain transparent on his finger, half dormant as the love he attached to it, yet forever attached. Desires that one day her half halo would be whole while he completes her.
I want you to feel the passion and love she willingly gifted him with, and to share the yearning desires he had to be with her but could never…would never… allow for himself, while to another he had vowed to live on the path prescribed for him, A man of honor as the great husbands of this world did, yet a husband he never was. To live loyal in a world scorched with infidelity…I grant him one favor…for being loyal in body, because while he still offered his heart and his body to another woman, he still offered her the deceitful bliss of only being hers. And with this, my character, to some the “woman on the side”, the “back burner”, but I’ll call her the lover…with this knowledge she willfully stayed. These great writers and fabricators of love failed in their portrayal of her. They failed to recognize the ingenuity, the humane being incorporated in my character, great philosophers could not find the hidden beauty and truth to the lover, and they failed to recognize her. For in her does love flow like the natural waters that nourishes the earth. Hidden beauty…she is bashed for only loving a man of another. She only loves with her entire being to see him well, to see him happy and prosperous. Why then is she slandered as the dogs of this earth? Does she not live by the standards of love, only in this case one man receives true love from two women of good hearts?...She is natural and beautiful for in her is TRUE LOVE….In her lies his heart for not even that is hidden from her. Aware of her disposition in a circle of three, she relentlessly offers herself to him none the less. The lover is beautiful in her strength…the strength to suppress her pain of offering herself completely to a man who is capable of completing her, but damned with a divided heart.
Hah….life is comical. For even though they may be worlds apart or just silent in the midst of each other, they are one. Let me paint the aura of tranquility for you. He and Her, together birthing love in the naked atmosphere as the day they were born. Embracing their differences in age….difference in man and woman….but harmonious in their desire to be comforted and loved by the other. They shared this romance many time. She breathes the very air from his nostrils as food to her existence. Each time he exhales, she inhales his odor, his flaws, and his infirmities to bear upon her as Jesus did on the cross. She inhales his manly being for her own oxygen of the air. Can you blame her existence from needing his presence? She would look in the eyes of a man her entire being yearned for and vision through his eyes longevity and happiness, but through her own she only saw pain, guilt and sorrow in having to let go of what does not belong to her. And yet her hands fit so perfectly in his, her steps duplicates his to the very path he takes. But enough of her….let me tell you about a Leo, who is painted as such by the woman in whom he utters his every story as a monument of his daily experiences. For a wife she was to him.
To achieve true happiness, sacrifices have to be made. And a sacrificed she made when she decided to let go of all her investments…never an unwise investment…nor an unwise sacrifice. Can a heart live without the blood to sustain it, or the body without food?...let me explain, sometimes to understand life, one has to step out and view it only as an onlooker separated from the nature of man and woman, separate from emotions, pain, and life. Life looks easy on the outside however, my character experienced sorrow beyond the femininity in birthing a child, grief beyond death, and pain beyond a wound. For to her a part of her heart was being ripped away at the decision she had to make. A sacrifice for happiness without division or guilt. She had to let go, for to her this man had refused to loosen the ring upon his finger, he was a faithful cheat. A woman she is, humane in every way, but this time she did to herself an act that was callous and heartless, for to no other man could her body embrace…to no other man could her heart feel the need to bleed to give love, for she loved him unwaveringly and willingly. She is a master of words, with the skills to root up an army of passion and lust, to gain love and reciprocate…but for her selflessness towards him and now her selfishness for happiness, she sacrifices that skill for a new relationship. One with the creator, God. It takes a long time to come to a moral decision about sin and sacrifices, but it is the great moment in her life when she decides that just as Jesus Christ died for the sin of the world, so sin must die in her, not curbed or suppressed or counteracted, but crucified.
She separated herself from a shared love…one hats divided, but love in its entire meaning…just to be whole with love that belongs to her only, where she is the priority in his life. She became one with God. And even though her heart is his temple, she only wishes to share this temple with him again. Not as lovers but as soul mates in Christ. But this is only a dream. To each his own.
I want you to feel the passion and love she willingly gifted him with, and to share the yearning desires he had to be with her but could never…would never… allow for himself, while to another he had vowed to live on the path prescribed for him, A man of honor as the great husbands of this world did, yet a husband he never was. To live loyal in a world scorched with infidelity…I grant him one favor…for being loyal in body, because while he still offered his heart and his body to another woman, he still offered her the deceitful bliss of only being hers. And with this, my character, to some the “woman on the side”, the “back burner”, but I’ll call her the lover…with this knowledge she willfully stayed. These great writers and fabricators of love failed in their portrayal of her. They failed to recognize the ingenuity, the humane being incorporated in my character, great philosophers could not find the hidden beauty and truth to the lover, and they failed to recognize her. For in her does love flow like the natural waters that nourishes the earth. Hidden beauty…she is bashed for only loving a man of another. She only loves with her entire being to see him well, to see him happy and prosperous. Why then is she slandered as the dogs of this earth? Does she not live by the standards of love, only in this case one man receives true love from two women of good hearts?...She is natural and beautiful for in her is TRUE LOVE….In her lies his heart for not even that is hidden from her. Aware of her disposition in a circle of three, she relentlessly offers herself to him none the less. The lover is beautiful in her strength…the strength to suppress her pain of offering herself completely to a man who is capable of completing her, but damned with a divided heart.
Hah….life is comical. For even though they may be worlds apart or just silent in the midst of each other, they are one. Let me paint the aura of tranquility for you. He and Her, together birthing love in the naked atmosphere as the day they were born. Embracing their differences in age….difference in man and woman….but harmonious in their desire to be comforted and loved by the other. They shared this romance many time. She breathes the very air from his nostrils as food to her existence. Each time he exhales, she inhales his odor, his flaws, and his infirmities to bear upon her as Jesus did on the cross. She inhales his manly being for her own oxygen of the air. Can you blame her existence from needing his presence? She would look in the eyes of a man her entire being yearned for and vision through his eyes longevity and happiness, but through her own she only saw pain, guilt and sorrow in having to let go of what does not belong to her. And yet her hands fit so perfectly in his, her steps duplicates his to the very path he takes. But enough of her….let me tell you about a Leo, who is painted as such by the woman in whom he utters his every story as a monument of his daily experiences. For a wife she was to him.
To achieve true happiness, sacrifices have to be made. And a sacrificed she made when she decided to let go of all her investments…never an unwise investment…nor an unwise sacrifice. Can a heart live without the blood to sustain it, or the body without food?...let me explain, sometimes to understand life, one has to step out and view it only as an onlooker separated from the nature of man and woman, separate from emotions, pain, and life. Life looks easy on the outside however, my character experienced sorrow beyond the femininity in birthing a child, grief beyond death, and pain beyond a wound. For to her a part of her heart was being ripped away at the decision she had to make. A sacrifice for happiness without division or guilt. She had to let go, for to her this man had refused to loosen the ring upon his finger, he was a faithful cheat. A woman she is, humane in every way, but this time she did to herself an act that was callous and heartless, for to no other man could her body embrace…to no other man could her heart feel the need to bleed to give love, for she loved him unwaveringly and willingly. She is a master of words, with the skills to root up an army of passion and lust, to gain love and reciprocate…but for her selflessness towards him and now her selfishness for happiness, she sacrifices that skill for a new relationship. One with the creator, God. It takes a long time to come to a moral decision about sin and sacrifices, but it is the great moment in her life when she decides that just as Jesus Christ died for the sin of the world, so sin must die in her, not curbed or suppressed or counteracted, but crucified.
She separated herself from a shared love…one hats divided, but love in its entire meaning…just to be whole with love that belongs to her only, where she is the priority in his life. She became one with God. And even though her heart is his temple, she only wishes to share this temple with him again. Not as lovers but as soul mates in Christ. But this is only a dream. To each his own.
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