O My Love; every moment of my life is to be shared with you. I have vowed to adorn your youthful and sincere face, with my faithfulness and devotion. I can't express how much my heart wants you, adores you and cherishes you. My whereabouts are with you, love, take me with you.
Now my feet are too tired, love. Let's go home, away from this darkness chasing us. Let's just love each other. Let's go home, sweetheart. I'll carry you, and I'll be watching over you. You'll be mine and I'll be yours. Let's go home, please.
Your fragrant smells act as a scent in our house. Every room smells of you. Their will be no boundaries between us, setting us apart. I seek your refuge.
We'll be connected until our last breath. Our love will never lessen over the years. I want to spend an eternity of love with you. Unconditional, irrevocable devotion. My heart swells with pride as I see you standing at the window, looking my way. I pray to Jesus that I should get the same vision everyday. Just now, I want to sleep in your soft, fragile arms, sweetheart. Shield me from everything else.
Let's just get to home, my heart. There will be no separation, till time.
Let's just get to home, my love. Just open your eyes, for once.
One morning, in social study class, the teacher explained the term, “Dysfunctional families.” Marshall sat up in his desk. That description fit his family perfectly. All the hype through the years about happy families at Thanksgiving and Christmas left him empty, sad. Those two holidays were even worse for his family, and he dreaded them to heart sickness. He knew exactly what would happen. His dad would drink even more. More than once, his dad brought drinking buddies home for “thanksgiving dinner.” This “thanksgiving” dinner was a “usual” meal, with the exception that his mom said a prayer. Why? What did she or any of the family have to be thankful for? How could his mom be thankful for such confusion, and yelling and screaming? How could anyone thank a God who allowed such misery? When he was younger, Marshall had to stay at home for the long nights of discontent on Thanksgiving and Christmas. Now that he was older, he could grab his coat and hit the streets. It was cold out, and his jacket was thin. However, it was quiet in the downtown park.
"The star of David," said Magdalene, "represents an entire prophecy in symbol form. For a start, we live in a world of increasing sustainability and decreasing materialistic consumption. If the tip of the top triangle is the start of sustainability, we see that it does not impact consumerism for a time, but then it does at the cross over point - which is now. And so, we live in an era of prophecy, of transition from the old ways that destroyed and consumed our Earth and creation into the new more heavenly ways. This will be when money begins to lose and love begins to win, you'll see, you will."
In any system, the quality of the output is entirely dependent on the quality of the input, and so we must be prepared to refashion our opinions when we realise that the initial input was faulty - be that in terms of data, intentions or empathy.
As the body keeps our temperature steady, returning to thirty seven degrees if we venture too hot or cold, so do our global philosophies with respect to creating the right "temperature" in society. The right amount of emotional warmth for optimal neurological, biological, societal and environmental health is vital to our species and the fate of our world. And so, when we see circular arguments that keep pointing toward love as our answer, we can seek to comprehend the neurological and biological truth behind them. We. can learn to see them as linguistic reflections of the feedback systems that all of the natural world is built upon.
The misery of your departure haunts me; the pain of your not coming anymore pains me. On the top of it- the viciousness of the generation; what do I do? Staying awake, looking all night; hoping to catch a glimpse of you- but there is no 'YOU.' I don't receive any news regarding you.
Many memories came, and went by; but this time, you need to come. Do not bring the intention of leaving me again; just bring yourself. When others go through what I have gone, they will feel my pain. There is no sunshine without you; no rain without you. If you wanna know what is it like to live without a heart, ask me. There will be a way that leads to me - follow it forever; listen to what it wants to say. Bring the news to me, that you are coming, my love. Please.
I don't have the slightest inkling about what happened to my cold and calloused heart. You felt like family the instant I met you. Is this passion or misery; how do I convey this unusual feeling?
When I met you, it felt like my day bloomed beautifully. Who knows where we are going?; I have left all that to my heart.
Whichever path I travel, I want only you. You are my supplement; I am yours too!
Thank you, my dear; this heart is yours from now on. How is this new feeling? Name it like you want.
I don't know anything else- you are the one who understands me so well. I have never seen the craze I have in anybody else, other than you! My morning starts with you, my evenings end with you. I will not lose you from my vision; I will give you all you want; you just give me yourself.
I just crave this amazing company you give me. I just worship you.