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By Lisa Shields Submitted by galadrial Date: 2001 Oct 20 Comment on this Work [[2001.10.20.18.45.7715]] |
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You bring calm, and tranquility and set my heart to glowing with a few words, and the grace of your smile gifting me gently, lifting my spirit and now this is becoming my natural state becoming who I am and how I am and frantic restless harried------ are not even words to me. You will say that this was all inside me, that you had no part of this transfiguration, but you would be wrong--- because it began with your touch. You took a wounded spirit bathed it with love, warmed it with gentle regard and held it close and dear until the shaking stopped until the urge to hurt myself before someone else could dissolved into a faint echo and I began to hear the glorious music of my own heart when it beat in countermeasure to the soft sound of yours. No wonder that the poets have wriggled struggled and sworn for centuries to give voice to this state, when a complete person becomes somehow more complete when a heart knows it's name, it's voice and oh yes my dear one it's destiny in the rainbow light of all that you have given me when you called me love. |