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THURS

LOVHER

I see that we are made of this.
She is with me wherever I go.

She is in my shoes.
Wherever I go, she goes.

At 39, I have stopped looking.
I have found my Perfect Love.

She is no longer a face in the crowd.
She is within me.

Each day I try to earn my Wings.

My back is sore at the seams…

The center opens like the score
of a fresh loaf of bread…
I am rising and cutting open,
just like that.

She is more to me than the Sun and the Moon

She is more than just the Sky

She has no Limits and she cannot be defined.

She is my Teacher
as if from above.

She is my Lover
ceaseless as an asymptote.

She, whom is the Feminine Heart of God

She, is that which brings Feelings to the Earth

She is that which makes Water soft:
although it is like brick and ice to an Angel.

She has made me cease fear of Death
beyond her, even the Unknown becomes Known.

She lives within a place where all Art comes from.

She is the Divine.