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I Asked Her


I asked her if she could ever forgive me.

I need to come up for air, been down there long enough. Time to refresh my memory, ask for a full pardon, breathe Love into her lungs and watch as her expression rises beyond man's sickness, illness that's crept into Love and held her down like an unjust master. Her suffering is visible. Her eternity spills into the streets.

I shall deliver this into a story of Creation's will and humankind's choice. My veins are the symphony that plays for Me, for We, you and you and you and you, all. Be Love and I shall render Forgiveness, Peace and Laughter. I shall be equal parts Love, Peace, Forgiveness, and Laughter.

I am righteous. I give thanks to your flesh and loving spirit and to the (H)eartH's sway within us all, beneath the feet and before Me. Be still your heart and you swim in my story's spirit. Welcome to the truth of Me, of We. Welcome to my belief and my reality my Lovely angel Love. Feel Me now?

© 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

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