When we truly love someone, we can't see for the breathing. We can't imagine sharing or seeking even light ego fulfillment from anyone else. All unconscious need to stand out, be seen or be validated finds awareness for what it is - a relative advertisement that we haven't yet committed to even ourselves and would rather struggle with empty. A faltering attempt to think that flattery might bring pseudo self-completion.
But real Love, the kind that steals your soul and takes your breath, it can't think past anything but the rewards and sanctity of being so connected that two would always be One, oblivious to all else. One spirit, one Love. One Lifetime. Forever taken. Having stared into the eyes of a soul mate where ego is not only forgotten, but recognizes with the intensity of eternity that flaws are merely insignificant shadows to be loved into light.
To have found and shared the depths of self in such binding power and exchange that all perceptions see only each other as we are now, enough - untainted from life, history or circumstance. Potent. Pure. Stature that is undaunted, unbound, unchanged. Fearless. A love forged in the fires of steel, melded together in a heated conflagration of mutual claim, trust and devotion. Hands locked. Focused. Smithing complete, refined through the growth of pounding dedication against an anvil in meticulous workmanship that would meet the duration of ages, centuries from now. Purpose united as laughter cools temperatures from the licking flames of desire into the lasting, lilting play of lovers brought together into life outside of longing. Popping sparks, jeweled glow.
Echos, shadows, smoke and scent - all witness to the journey taken, the profound Love in the moment and the sweet promises of memories yet to be made. Reflections of two dancing through time, giddy for experience, and eager to thrive upon the finished surface and honed strength of a tested metal. Equal, honorable. Exquisite inlays speaking of the bond as it is and yet plain and true for all to see.
Flinging wide the heavy wooden doors of disappointment to leave the cumbersome behind and step into the dawn of a new day. A new era. A new state of being - where flaunting joy and yielding to the blinding happiness of sharing vulnerability, finds a realm and world so intimate that it sustains in richness and glory a relationship that would. Welded together for always in loyalty, legacy and enduring union. Branding credence to the thought that nothing is difficult for the willing and everything is gained from Loving.
There is no One else.
- This Carman Girl
But real Love, the kind that steals your soul and takes your breath, it can't think past anything but the rewards and sanctity of being so connected that two would always be One, oblivious to all else. One spirit, one Love. One Lifetime. Forever taken. Having stared into the eyes of a soul mate where ego is not only forgotten, but recognizes with the intensity of eternity that flaws are merely insignificant shadows to be loved into light.
To have found and shared the depths of self in such binding power and exchange that all perceptions see only each other as we are now, enough - untainted from life, history or circumstance. Potent. Pure. Stature that is undaunted, unbound, unchanged. Fearless. A love forged in the fires of steel, melded together in a heated conflagration of mutual claim, trust and devotion. Hands locked. Focused. Smithing complete, refined through the growth of pounding dedication against an anvil in meticulous workmanship that would meet the duration of ages, centuries from now. Purpose united as laughter cools temperatures from the licking flames of desire into the lasting, lilting play of lovers brought together into life outside of longing. Popping sparks, jeweled glow.
Echos, shadows, smoke and scent - all witness to the journey taken, the profound Love in the moment and the sweet promises of memories yet to be made. Reflections of two dancing through time, giddy for experience, and eager to thrive upon the finished surface and honed strength of a tested metal. Equal, honorable. Exquisite inlays speaking of the bond as it is and yet plain and true for all to see.
Flinging wide the heavy wooden doors of disappointment to leave the cumbersome behind and step into the dawn of a new day. A new era. A new state of being - where flaunting joy and yielding to the blinding happiness of sharing vulnerability, finds a realm and world so intimate that it sustains in richness and glory a relationship that would. Welded together for always in loyalty, legacy and enduring union. Branding credence to the thought that nothing is difficult for the willing and everything is gained from Loving.
There is no One else.
- This Carman Girl
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