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... A Secret Love
A
man searches his whole life for someone that completes him, something
not wholly the same, but different enough so as to complement one another.
Together, they can create something greater than each other, that creation
is a force, a magic, some energy that flows back and forth between the
Two, something pure, something affirmative, synergistic and magical
-- that is love.
—PHM
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The
Fantasy...
I soar, I fly, a white dove aloft,
Alert, dipping, darting, soaring over the trees...
Rushing at the sun, daring it to sear,
Tilting at the windmill and circling its blades...
Laughing, dancing, in love with the sky...
And now I ride the waves of the sea,
The surging, searching, tempo of life,
Beat of the earth....over and over,
Ceaseless theme of continual renewal and life...
I land upon the earth, I feel the life,
It will not be denied, living forever,
Warm and thriving, green and vibrant,
Wonderous growing life...
Then touch the firey core, white hot, alight,
Nub of life, the heat of love,
Sweet sweet ecstasy
The flame of desire
To know all there is and be all there is...
The magic returns,
you are with me....
all is well, and the
energy flows again
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