He makes me a crown of flowers and places it upon my head, and carries me down to the shore, in the gentle rain....

There is such inspiration to be had from a vase of roses and lilies. My room is filled with the scent of flowers and as I lay in bed at night, embraced with the gentle shadows born of candle flame, I can only think of you..
You.. whose every sentence can be likened to that of poetry. What a beautiful heart it is that beats its music within you. A heart I love and shall love forever.

My Angel said something immensely beautiful. Something I shall never forget. Something I wish I could put into poetry or art.. but alas I cannot. Those words are his and were expressed to me alone. Still, I am immensely inspired. I am excited to see what this inspiration shall give life to.

Forgive me for the delays in comments and such. I have not had the chance this week. And my spare time has been consumed with things of love. I do appreciate all the favourites and comments I have received.
I know it is a little early, but I cannot wait for Beltane. There are the most beautiful rituals for that festival, especially Druid ones. They are all so pretty. I am fond of such things. The incense, the flowers, the dancing.. it all appeals to me. What a precious time to have been born. A time of love and life. When everything is alive. I cannot wait for the summer rain either.. there is nothing more lovely than dancing in it.

Work has been rather a blur. My mind is always on other things.. kind of like when I draw something.. I do it with my mind elsewhere. I typically cannot wait to walk home, to feel the wind upon my cheek and through my hair, to watch the beautiful sky. Coming home to Him is the most wonderful feeling in the world. And messages make my heart race. I have been really passionate about dancing and music.. and of course my studies. I love reading, I always have, and learning of new things inspires me greatly. I hope to find time soon to visit the Hellfire caves!

Hm, my serpent seems to be having a mad five minutes. He enjoys chasing himself around his tank.. I believe he sometimes thinks he has company... and takes offence to it haha. He also attacks the water hose when I let him in the garden...

I have slept with something from love for a few years now, and I shall be buried holding it.
And perhaps one of the boxes of rosebuds and selected herbs, with love poems written on folded parchment..

I pray that things get better for this world. The next time the sun and the moon embrace in an eclipse, may it be a union of love that pours out onto the earth. Male and female, dark and light, joined in oneness.

If I listen closely in the dead of night, I can hear your voice, singing softly; beautiful; to the gentle notes of your guitar. Memories of songs recorded in my heart forever.
I am in love with the night. You are the night. Your presence and your wonderous beauty embrace me entirely. And I love you.

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