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Miracle
To my dear love, it's been one year since you came into my life, the miracle that is the human being with the graceful name of wisdom. Oh how things have been since I first heard the magic of your words entering my life. Hello, really interesting profile. So what do you feel like sharing more about this night: your philosophy, or work you felt was most meaningful to you, or your travels?
For you, life is about meaningful relationships, that is what keeps people on truly living, and not just silently drifting into oblivion.
You were there to increase your chances of finding a good partner in this one singular life you have. This would ideally make life even more meaningful for you.
Thank goodness for the world offered so much wholesomeness, for here was the meaningful woman I was waiting for. How nuanced the magic lends itself further for life is already full of meaning for you, beyond even meeting that right person. Your life was already full of color, and I knew I was in for a beautiful journey for I am here to complete it.
You framed your longing for a partner as a witnessing of our mortality. Co-witnessing as you called it, as a mutual exchange.
Three hundred and sixty-five rotations and one full revolution around the sun, and we have never missed a day without connecting in our human correspondence. Ages ago you were merely a dream I yearned for and now we are one and together. You conceived your word of co-witnessing that very moment; for I was made your co-witness the day we came into each other's lives.
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Tiny Noise
Day sped into night, and our souls drove on the long way home, and yet, you sat so plumply there beside me as my tiny speck in this little universe. I remember well of how small you felt to be beside me as you had to reach over to hold my neck. How tiny things become and how frail are our treasures in this world are when our affections grow the more wildly.
And yet, nothing could ever prepare me for the loudness of being heard when this gentle, tiny pinchy exclaimed I LOVE YOU! And how paradoxical it is then, to be so small and yet so large at the same time; so small her body, so large her heart, so noisy and yet so heard. For often are the smallest treasures the greatest?
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Kyna’s Gift
So cheesy were the words lifted from your pursing of lips as they twisty kissed into a smile, and you held my hand interlocked at each of our fingers as a link of our bond. But more than those bridging of hands was the gaze that only this being gave me; as her eyes became crescents and lips that smiled to make arches of pinchy cheeks.
Who else in this world of impatience and gratification takes the time but to rest and reflect into another’s eyes? There was even the prescience of time for a slight tilt to your head, an eternity for all things so ephemeral, so that your two eyes caught the sparkle in the light.
That is Kyna’s gift unto me, at that very moment so succinctly expressed with hands held, eyes locked and smiles shared: I am heard, I am felt, I am loved. Kyna is a gift.
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Two Worlds
In that night of a half moon in the sky, we chanced our first interlocking of two worlds. In the soul world where our destinies were already intertwined, our forging of physicalit-ies were merely the action of two mortals in a determinate world, and yet it was magic for it brought union between two worlds and two souls. If it truly were true that the soul lived among our anatomy, then one does not bewilder to think that the naturalness of actions in the physical world happens so gracefully. For that was the grace of our kiss; the beauty of familiar lips who are akin to each other in another world.
How effortless it seemed for my trepidation never existed, and how right the time seemed for no longer was there bewilderment but a welcome puck, in your embracing of my nape. The world said come closer, for the ground we stood on became smaller. In that moment you became small to me, enough to fit only the sensation of my lips. Perhaps that is why the moon was half tonight, for it meant two worlds on one countenance; the pareidolia of this story.
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Pinchy Acquiesce
In a world of covered visages Your unmasking unmasks my favorite Always the sight to be beholden Cheeks of honey glazed munchkin If fare were served to one’s eyes It would be the perception of mine To this revealing pinchy smile Adhering eyes opportune their glance For this time like the first time Twas’ always thus and always again The cure of my life in this distemper You’re unmasking my final paramour I love you with all my eyes With all my wonder and all my adore In a world of covered visages Your unmasking unmasks my favorite
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Nourish
I love making you happy, even if it means to just see you smile. For the longer you smile, the more you are my beauty on this earth. If I invest on beauty, the more beautiful my life becomes. How seamless it seems then that the nourishment that you give me is the cause for the nourishment I give you. A cycle of feeding between two souls whose desires for this metaphysical world are aligned and one in the same: gazing in the same direction of happiness.
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Oinky
Did you hear me, a lover called to her lover. But she did not just call her lover, but her soulmate in the warmth of that October evening where two souls became warmer and warmer to each other with each warming word. Yes, your soulmate heard you, my love, with all the fluffiness of his oinky heart.
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Lumolly
I smiled at you and you smiled back. I knew and you knew. For a moment, whatever small conversation that preceded and proceeded were forgotten for they were inconsequential in this even smaller conversation between you and I. That between the cadence of a shared sweet nothings, a call between two people madly in love that silliness became intense beauty. Our giggling ensued for we both spoke this tiny conversation only the two of us could speak to one another; in the dialect of cherub nurslings.
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Romantic Comedy
Romance passes into beauty When the silliest arrive At opportunities in brevity And laughter comes to thrive
In all my earnestness You found every reason Not in dauntlessness But in this funny vendition I warble you my serenade Of two songs plenty long Yet one never fully neighed Your giggling became our song I offer you my little present My sincerity is the promise Yet today’s day of a crescent Silliness was the real basis I kneeled you my question Like a knight in the right But as a princess of perplexion I need not kneel in this fight In the tradition of courtship I wooed her hereinabove But in her funny, silly ship T’was me that fell in love A moment of funny supple True to this rhyming couplet We hence became a couple Right in that lucky day I set
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Extra Pair
Allow me to be the lover again to remind you why you will always be beautiful since the day I sent you a pair of cloudy danglings those floaty days when you were merely my daydream to be mine. You are beautiful and more beautiful than you even think. You are valued. You are treasured. You are loved. And you will always be loved by me. Now I’ve unlocked your ulumoll heart, and my sweetness will always be extra like these extra dangling pair.
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Pareidolia Day
In the eighteenth of September, on the first crescent moon of the ninth month of the year two thousand and twenty in the year of our lord, the day was claimed with a promise of things yet to be, but with all the intentions of being.
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Kyna
Let me immortalize a time How kind wisdom walks With a float in her step; In walking is a gift But hers is a blessing To witness this world: A gentle breeze breathes A blue dress in flight Her cheeks light her eyes The turn of a foot tiptoes And my world tilts over For a crescent smile She sees the sky above As the world upends I follow eyes with her And a bubble of grace Swells her sweet laughter But it’s me that will pop I gush these lyrics To describe fond eyes For favorites of the world Are the silly who flail their legs That melt in my attention Oh Kyna you’re beautiful
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Home, At Last
Your heart is welcome in my home, Here, I have built you a home. It will shelter you of the winds, These timber posts of width should steer, The trembling and shaking the world, Has come by and thrown, In the ages thus you’ve come to know, Your life had been before my home. My roof will warm it’s spread, Over your gentle head and gentle hair, Or will shiver its ready shingles, To make cool your troubled, firy embers. And you will be able to sit and patter, Gently below by the warm or winter coals. In the ages thus you’ve come to know, Your life had been before my home. These dignified walls gently wash, Wash strife fingers away, and deep- Cradle cleansed shoulders and kiss, Farewell the troubles by four walls embrace. These shoulders will know no harm by, This cradling of our loving why, Or try, they try, but upright walls did I, Cuddle your shoulder and heart in my home. If you have found a room in my home, Openly take my keys and call it lone, Your gentle bed, I have there in you, Where gentle sleep is untroubled too. Sleep well and I will tuck your dreams, Beneath the weaving, your heart is home. Before, in the ages thus you have come to know, How gentle is our loving home. At last, in the ages thus I have come to know, Someone I welcomed finally came home. But not for a final instruction it meant, True abodes are built as co-witnessed. To whom she speaks her I love you grace, I was her heart already in safe space. At last, in the ages thus I have come to know, Our journey is done we are finally home.
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Pinchy
I would very much like to pinch those cheeks. How welcoming to twiddly thumbs are the little dips in your tender cheeky cheeks. The woman of the warmest of smiles has two dimples in their marshmallow mounds, conjuring like drops of fluffy cake when laughter befalls her lips. Her mirth welcomes my fondness for her smile; but it is my thumb and finger that long to pinch the two cheeks that pull it off. I would very much like to pinch those cheeks.
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Romantic Stoicism
Keeping feelings tidy in the meantime, for more than that takes patience. It is everything or nothing at all, never any in-between. That is what makes it special for one believes it is worth the wait. And I shall wait. I shall let what one feels deeply grow and burrow roots for the meantime, because we wait for it to blossom as high as the roots are deep in the future. That is what it means to love you.
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