Lo Smeegen Look at lovey words I found in R's Trajer box. He says it is Wictaorian and is a strangeling thing when time do finds a mate ...then and noo or summat ....lovey tho ennit ... 'ceptin boot kidz in a skool ............

Dearest heart

There is a wondrous thread that weaves thru all my days filling me with hope in the hours in between the darkest times and first light – then a single thought keeps me afloat when other wise I might sink or fall from flight – be not afraid – nothing is permanent - I know I shall look upon thee at least once more and soon -
A hundredth farewell is none the less harsh - chilling and hurting us - making the longing worst – mean while and waiting – I have these thoughts
Most of us have won and lost – been loved - beguiled and reviled – abandoned and bereaved – addicted to some thing and or some one - we have all been lonely lovely and sad -
You wreathed in smiles waiting to be found - saved me – together we can be raised – aspiring – time is running – kiss me again -surround me with your sweetness – lovely in light – we have known madness - have grieved for the old ones passed and the almost new – this does weigh upon us all - we shall have reason for pain but there is no need to hurt forever – no need to be more than in some way – a little better –
Speak to me of folk - I know how well you do to love them best of all – I do love thee – we shall be together and speak of how wonderful this time is - when the sun sets shall we run ? – run now my darling – run away now with me . . . . .

. . . . . these days are so filled with choices and questions – I wish to say good bye to all of it – to know you - how filled with grace in wilderness we both might be - ribald and comrades – warm as long held hands – entwined - wild as can be - searching all of the worlds for truth or lies - changelings when ever we wanted it so to be . . . . .

. . . . in this place there is a door here – a glass way – a portal to a poorly made society – lost in the sand sea there are men who hate freely – is it possible they could hate love ? – I would rather they hated me - then they might only be badly mistaken instead they are doomed– yesterday in Gaza ( during the Second beginning ) some men shot at and killed parents and children attending a school social event. – they did this because they say it is wrong for young male and female children to play together and to listen to pop music – they say they will attack School Sports Day events throughout the summer where these sins are committed. . . . .they did this in God's name . . . .

There is a wondrous thread that weaves thru all my days filling me with hope in the hours in between the darkest times and first light - Do you know how I do love thee ?

As ever I remain your devoted protector ……….


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