I am the image of the song that
would create me.
She’d sing of love, a faithful
way of knowing the best of people,
Praise was not enough. To say
it was beauty…
She’d only have said her song
was written before her.
And then would be again. She
teaches:
I could no longer be faithless.
Between beauty the sign and value
the symbol, there are Heartbeats.
One having lost, one could have
been.
No.
To love all we’re becoming, to
hold chaste a future moment.
Beauty wasn’t something that
was said.
I was becoming beautiful faithfully,
to be a part of the song.
She’d sing of Chastity and of
Charity, I’d breathe to be still again.
Or, to still be again.
Source. Breath of creation.
This was the balance between
affection and caring.
If she only knew.
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