There is something about you,
In the echo of your voice,
When I hear it lingering,
It takes me to the edge,
Then, almost to a whisper,
With unstoppable patience,
Awaiting my attentions.
He is everything and all things to me on this earth,
He carries our love with strength,
With a courage that does not expire,
Never exhausted from trivial things that matter not.
My hope not to be a distraction,
But to encourage his greatness.
To be together by habit of being all;
To be the many and adaptable; and inspired,
And to love him always in all things.
Wild vibrant pink foxglove flower
Why do you grow on the cliff top overlooking the Gower?
Sprouting up between rocks ruins Of unforgiving crags;
Seeking a foothold in every minute In crack and crevice.
My soul rides on the wings of these shadows,
It bleeds with echoing cries,
The thorns around you are many,
But you are not dulled by the rough shards.
I will help you go on
Unrelenting, yet a little fragile,
Threatened by every breath of wind.
So, if you choose to be on the rock,
Be strong and ever changing,
And I know you will perservere;
Even when you as you hold on
for life and while staring at death.
Even with you against the weight of my heart,
Just like the foxglove flower, whom lives in the Gower.
For my best friend.
I love you.
that look on your face,
warm and smooth, and heat.
Delicate satin, blushing
then becoming; and flushed.
The sensual texture underneath
the fingertips; all is hushed
except for soft breaths,
listening and breathing.
Pulses beating with dire urgency,
feeling its surgency
in the rhythm of each caress,
and with every tender touch
It’s when you just know.
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They say that you can see more stars from here in Wales than from anywhere else in the world. And that there are more stars in the heavens here than all the grains of sand on this earth.
When I think about all the places we’ve been like Paris, Venice, Athens, Cyprus and Sri Lanka, my heart always wants to go back back to Swansea. It’s where my imagination wanders back to all the long stretches of white sand on the warm beaches; Rhosilli, Mumbles, Langland and to The Gower. These are the beaches we’ve walked together and come to love.
I am thankful for finding love again and for the days we have spent together and for all the ones there are to come; I sit here with feeling blessed for the love; your son and thinking of you on this Father’s Day.
I think about how grateful I…
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Am I making believe I see in you, a woman too perfect to be really true?
Do I want you because you’re wonderful, or are you wonderful because I want you?
Are you the sweet invention of a lover’s dream, or are you really as beautiful as you seem?”
– Oscar Hammerstein
Today, I found myself lost at the furtherest point of a long beach,
How the fury of the waves made ny soul leap forth,
And how suddenly the sense of my being became so full;
It’s as if I were greeted by the sea.
And so, I descend into it and dip my hand into the waves,
Meeting me as I bathed my body into its far-resounding roar,
Then I knew its secret; I was the ocean and the ocean was within me.
See how the purple stock bends
As though he is bowing at the knee
To him, she’s more than a flower,
With her halo opening
Where she still longs for his nectar
In the place they too could love,
Blowing with the wind, hoping,
And making love like the rain
Awaiting the spring.
She lays in his awaking
No longer does he slumber
In the womb of her land, he sings,
Where clouds ceaselessly taking
Waiting towards the horizon
For the morning light,
To come and open up,
Upon the altar of the earth
For the love of her heights
His beautiful white peony
That he loved; of the same soul
And will always be
In his sight.
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