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It must be destiny like the moon guides tides, you have that same gravitational pull on me. The way you tug at my heartstrings, but never string me along. Forever intertwined in something completely indescribable, unknown to so many. Just like your first trip to heaven, no one will ever understand. No one can believe until they go and no one can convey because they never want to leave. Images of angels on cloud nine, in this place you take me to. Celestial in form and body, open like the sky on a clear night. It must be fate like greek gods and goddesses, scenes of sweet ambrosia laced with milk and honey. The way you make feel me, by loving me. Special and indeed innocent and indefinitely intelligent, like the mind of a child prodigy.  It must be uninherited great fortune like precious gems and rare metals. Priceless. Not only touches, but more often words, nurturing and comforting.  How could this be anything other than meant to be.





Robyn V. Evans

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