The closer that I get to you, the more I run through the wilderness of your spiritual awakening. As I get initiated with the divine spirits of the earth, you erect the Kundalini that has been dormant for centuries.
Candles lite as I am guided through the moonlight of sunshine, I profess my reluctance, as you watch me discreetly from the meadows that you buried your soul in.
The melliferous nautical anchor pierced through the veins of purity as I chanted the melodies of the orchid of the garden.
Irresistible as I am insatiable to the belly of the ordinary love, but can you ever quench the sweetness of the waves that rush towards you like a tornado.
Polite as the morning breeze but treacherous as the tsunami. As I led the doorway of ancestors’ delight, I must end our awakening of summer’s bliss.
Profound as the sea and prolific as the mysteries of your heart, mind, body, soul, and spirit.
Enchanted by the scriptures, they had us both recite our matrimonial vows in front of them as we both knelt down on the cobblestone that represented the seven sins of life. Still, it was a testimony that shed all society’s ills, as we both ordained with sacred divine waters of the ancestors.
The sacred dance of poetics met with a divine appreciation of energy mutually synchronized with the heart’s flame. A soul connection, magically consecrated with the red string of fate.
Mystical as the Himalayan, and the belief of the Mayans that only time can record its ethereal history, in which this matrimony is the segment of time and space can never be replicated.
It’s like music that gives a soul meaning and allows the universe to elevate its mind to an image that could only be shared in the twilights of the vortex of the ocean.
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