Posted on: March 28, 2014 Posted by: Felicia S. C. Gooden Comments: 0

twnflmms
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Hold me, my dear, wrap me in your arms.
Let us be captured in the essence of Divine Love.
Like a caterpillar becomes the butterfly,
We shall transform into Divine Beauty —
Flowing with the breeze of Life,
Evolving toward ascension.
 
To reach the mountain top, we must be in and become Love.
The highest form of existence — the infinite and eternal flame.
Burning from the inside out.
Fueled with passion.
Our rapturous embrace,
Manifests a new dimension.
 
Where Love is in true form, there is no form of envy.
There is no jealousy, or need to follow desire.
The loyalty is innate
Within the bond of the soul.
The sexual energy remains sacred —
To the two souls involved.
 
In true, eternal Love, there is no ending.
There is no temporary — the season is infinite.
With trust in our eternal union,
We go forth in confidence.
We go forth to anchor the dream:
The One True Love.
 
 
 
 

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