All that I am and ever will be
A thorn, or a trinket three,
Will be me with holy anxiety.
All that he is and ever was
Was all I ever needed
to love and to hold.
But their it is, the Source, the Creation;
Maybe too soon to tell such might,
But the Gods and Goddesses know
That true love is the only way to go 💜
*there is nothing more wistful or joyful then having dreams come true.
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For the Love of Tulips and Stars
PoetryWe all feel the loss of something that is a close part of ourselves.
