LOVE: A Rescue of Princess Charming

Every woman’s heart is deserving of a ‘fairytale’ Love. Imagine that! A belief of heart worth bringing forth to be meant to just be where broken is its own kind of beautiful.

Happiness is to love and to be loved. And yet, how many souls do truly feel loved — the ‘something’ to have without reason for logic aforethought: A ‘something’ of faith: A faith of knowing; a ‘go with the flow’ mentality necessary to evolve to allow the ‘self’ to feel the ‘something’ that is real.

She feared the hearing of her own ‘voice’ — feared that the pains of her soul would bleed out tears of many lives of hidden words waiting to be spoken of through silence. She summoned a courage of ‘understanding’ of question of ‘What has been the most important thing you have done in this life-time?’ She already summized an answer as a survivor of love’s ‘test’ of endurance . . . because she stilled angst for love.

A woman’s intuition is sincere, and even when made ignorant for a time of love’s blinding. She chooses to love love always, in the eternal tiring of trying. She will not easily give up on love so wantonly desired. She will attempt discovery of means of acquire as she wills a world of her own desire — giving wholeheartedly to love’s rhythms as it tares down walls of distrust as she rebuilds her pieces that continually fall at her feet. She waits for the melting of a smile that tells her he needs her. A truth in his eyes says he will never leave her. The touch of his hand in hers that says he’ll catch her when she falls. A lust of repetitive kiss of ‘because I Love you’. Until moment comes he lets go of her hand, he kisses her no more, and he hears nothing at all through her tears lost in a seeking of love’s undue affair. And all for want of love to make love to her like the storm ravages the ocean.

Is ‘the devil’ of mind delusional? Is the ‘God’ of hearts a realist? Faith, is choice made clear of reflection of choosing of direction — be it negative thoughts of impending loss of worth by idiocy of hearsay, or be it positive thought for the keeping of heart of understanding love’s growth of ‘self’ preservation: A do or die challenge of battle for worth of a soul.

Perhaps . . . she is designed for contentment for a time in aloneness.

Perhaps . . . ‘God’ desires her for a purpose as he whispered in her ear, “I am sorry for your rain of pain, but it must be this way for sway.”

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Dearest Duke: ‘Move’ your Princess wisely, or lose her entirely.

Dutiful Princess: Let no man give you unreason to think you are not of ‘substance’. You . . . are given in loan for greater love’s sake! If one is un-worthy, have no doubt in your faith that many others do pray you walk their way.

Perhaps . . . for many, love comes in pieces in a noisy world. One must be willing to lose connection with people, places, and things that create all the noise in order for the peace of love to flow freely from the broken pieces. ©

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A conversation of love’s sway is a heart quenched of unhealed wound.

He asks: “Does love truly exist?”

She answers: “Love is an adjective and a verb moving all nouns. Love, is the what of who you are of what you do, not what you say or don’t say; a word of meaning to just being. Thus, it is meaning what you seek. Love, just is. The same, and always”

He asks: “Well, if we married, will we “find” meaning?”

She answers: “Depends on your life perspective. You won’t ‘find’ what was never lost. If you ‘find’ that there is beauty in life, then love’s meaning is self-evident. If you keep ‘looking’ for love as a thing to grasp, you will never ‘find’ it, becasue love just is, and was never lost. What you must ‘find’, is yourself . . . love is there first as a way of being. Again, to just be. To love yourself first, you must dare take off the mask given you at birth by “systematic society”. You will ‘see’ and feel love everywhere and in everything if you do this first! Once you take it off, you want no more for it! All truth is revealed immediately: A joy of all love released from it imprisonment of mask!”

Simplicity . . . is where love resides! No need to seek it! And even through the heartaches given of life proposed and created for you behind the mask of the brokenhearted. Love remains faithful to YOU! The one thing of life you can be sure of is that a meaning of faith is simple . . . faith is all about love [‘God’] believing in YOU . . . despite all else!

Q: “What is mortal sin?”

A: “Mortal sin” is a mortal’s sin; lies and ties created by wicked mortals who do knowingly and willingly betray their fellow mortals: A convencing blindness assured masked by unnecessay and unreasonable illegitimacy of perplexing complexities of intention to stagnate individual imagination’s creation of perfected evolution . . . over . . . and over . . . and over . . . and over . . . and over . . . unending, until one hears the ‘voice’ within whisper, ‘take off the un’god’ly [ugly] mask of unknowing shame’! ‘Sin’, is a thing of mere mortal’s sole unsoulful doing! Nothing more than proposed drama of dogmas having nothing to do with a ‘God’ of all things created of love!

She, one of the continueous counting of many, is overDONE with lies and contrived controls of mass mania invested in mankind’s religions and politics! These words are of no meaning. She has come to despise these words aside of all other!

Give her simplicity and she’ll be fine! The Earth the beach and the beach house and wine!

Please take note of the sign on the entry way door strunned with pink cockle shells and clay purple turtle bells, “WELCOME: NO TV or governed-mentality hidden here! Leave your un-smart phones on the veranda chair!”

A reachable DREAM come true . . . IF . . . she knew to experience life without a mask!

Love is given to hearts for the serving; sadly abused by the underserving.