Doubt of the Beloved. Part II
March 23rd, 2010 by admin
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“Don’t you want to be loved?” I questioned. But the Universe didn’t know what love meant. For He was unfolding the stars of his beauty, Hair adorned of Sun, flesh bathed in night. “Love flows in the rivers of Jupiter,” he spoke, “Eleven moons orbit my past. Will you defy them? Will you have the strength to be my lover, my teacher, The fire that warms the core of my soul?” And I smiled, Almighty, for if you knew love, [If you knew me], you would not question. |
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