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Originally posted by dear Margherita:

Fingers playing soul notes No purer water than your river of life will ever cross my forest. With every kiss you carry buckets of milk and honey and pour them over my thirsty valleys and lonely hills. I remember your fingerprints from ages ago, when we were dressed in white innocence on other shores of bliss. Where the stars shone brighter than anywhere else. Deep desire traveled across time and space to manifest once again. Now your eyes flash a secret code into my consciousness. The keynote message pierces my caution and dissolves my shyness. I let my emotions somersault on the lawn of your enchantment and come to a halt right there where you wait for my fingers to touch your soul. Where our oceans flow into each other and where the sun plays with the stitch less seam marking it with diamonds, as a reminder of what this love offers the sky when it is bold enough to express its full potential, no less than divine perfection. Love, Margherita