This infinite emotion,
Divinity glides through her – the wave
in the ocean.
Tears rolling down her eyes,
though it should be the time to rejoice.
True love is lived and experienced.
Who is she?
She feels everything.
She experiences everything.
Love is the depth of her unlimited waters. . .
the mere look within her eyes.. In there is the world’s potion. What is her Love?
She has entrusted no man the keys to her home. . . But there have been requests for body-guards to the gates of her house.
She skips, she sings and in all she is free
but to give herself away is not her hearts glee.
Why Oh Why they ask? She seems to not know.. her heart is seeking to be pure, to be flowing. . .not to stop and change wherever it is going. . Shes growing, Shes knowing.
She utters less words, her eyes dart around – she views the atomsphere.. her breath so profound.
Whom will unlock the padlock?
Her voice, her melody. . . the inner power of what holds this true energy.
They want to hold her, kiss her and feel what she feels but her essence is built more in the passion and desire to be real and to heal.
Don’t tie me down..she cries.
Don’t want me..she urges.
I am a wind never discovering where its pulling from but where ever it goes you hear it, feel it, admire it and your marked by it.
Her silence speaks, although her words are thorough and deep that it echoes wisdom..she becomes muddled at the thought of her own speech so she pants .. her pant gasping for loves air to save her.
She appears alone but she is one, she is not alone but she is connected and always has been. A wanderer much? They all nod, a wanderer with knowledge of life.
No one can hold her as the Divine Father has since she was cradled in the essence as a baby.
She fights to stand for her, for the weak.. the poor and broken-hearted.
O’ this all enlightens her soul, empowers her mind. . .seduces her heart. . Resurrects her spirit. One of a kind?
Sweetness her charm, strength her eyes roar,
Her laugh her undercover confidence, her silence ..her pondering, her shyness in which she is seen a muse.
Royalty is her signature.
Loyalty her heart.
Truth her voice.
Love her being.
Love – To see, To touch, to feel, to understand, to learn, to grow, to share to evaluate. . to add and to take away. It is the living, it is never dead. Rejoices in all, with all. It is. We are.
What is her love. . .
The overflowing waters, forever creating ripples and waves. Her love was the spirit that hovered over the waters. In the beginning.