I can hear your voice as I walk with the winds whistle. Bending through the trees just to traverse with me. Dense in the air such is fog in deep autumn. Languorous yet flowing freely you speak and you sing to me. Through every branch, every whistle through the grass. Every bumbling bee that stumbles into me.
Life is never still with love like ours. It’s effervescent and free. Delicate and charming. Gifts of eyes that see true love. From ancients gods and goddesses. Rivers of devotion and ponds of everlasting life. Visions of divinity in mirrored reflections. Mending and blending our souls eternal connection.
Gosh. Isnt his love gorgeous?
