I have never seen the sunrise of love.
The wafting of a wind of such visceral illumination as tis the perception that wind promotes.
Sure I dote on the the Goddesses I perchance meet here and there.
Yet I roll intransigent and it is over.
Perhaps i never met the right one, May be my would be love Now may be that repose.
Oh lordy Lordy Lordy , How I messed up in the past.
The heavens gave me a chance to make a new way.
Yet for twelve years how I longed for the comfort of another’s smile.
How I yearned for a queen that her womanhood and her soul tantalize my inner murmurings.
To tear asunder my broken lassitude by letting me love her.
all the while being brought low by an insidious confusion that, kept me in my err!
Ah, but now after a seemingly infinitude of desolation I have now been brought to a room of treasure and feasting, so to speak.
It will be indeed slow goings for she is past the flower of her age.
But the blessings of it far out weigh the awkward age difference.
As I can feel the beauty of her soul as I sleep, as I write as I Go about my day.
Yet what I have learned that old saying familiarity breeds contempt.
So while you have to get to know them, from time to time they have to miss you.
Not doing that tears wide open knowledge to soon and rips apart the destiny of true love.
Here I sit in the doorway of my temporal fate.
And imagine the wonder of it came so late.
Yet I prayed the promise of the word.
God comes on time as the chick is fed by the mother bird.
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