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Welcome to my musings!
My midnight Fantasies!
My "other" being set free with pen,paper and the friendly computer!
I write as I feel, so if you do not like what you read,"DON'T" throw stones at the writer! I write from my souls very depth, sometimes my soul is dark and forbidding, others light and airy as wind that waft through the trees. Travel with me now on the unbridled channel of my mind to the far reaches of my essence.
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Click on "Poetry" to your left to read my poems.
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We climb to heaven most often on the ruins of our cherished plans,
finding our failures were successes. ~Amos Bronson Alcott~
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Please enjoy the poetry and take away a warm fuzzy feeling!
The many faces of love:
1. Agapao:"Greater love [agape] has no one than this, than to lay down one's life for his friends."
2. Phileo:"'to have ardent affection and feeling'—a type of impulsive love" This is the natural, human type of love and affection that we have for a friend and is often defined as "brotherly love."
3. "Eros" :refers to sexual, erotic love or desire.
The Triangular Theory of Love:
1.Intimacy - Which encompasses feelings of closeness, connectedness, and bondedness.
2. Passion - Which encompasses drives that lead to romance, physical attraction, and sexual consummation.
3. Commitment - Which encompasses, in the short term, the decision to remain with another, and in the long term, the shared achievements and plans made with that other.
Thus I have loved/love each of you in many different ways.....
May God go with you through all that comes your way!
And a quote for last....to those who think upon my wisdom
"Love, unrequited, robs me of my rest:
Love, hopeless love, my ardent soul encumbers:
Love, nightmare-like, lies heavy on my chest,
And weaves itself into my midnight slumbers!"
William S. Gilbert
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