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An Echo Rings

A heartbeat can be a story in itself

An echo rings. It is a heartbeat; or maybe two. Shall we guess, or do we know? An echo rings. It’s in my mind; maybe you hear, too? Maybe you hear two? An echo rings. It is there. It is here. It is one. It is our heartbeat; a destined union. An echo rings. Can you hear it? Can you feel it? It is our heartbeat; lay your head on my chest. Listen. That heartbeat is us.  

Anonymous

I am,Missing you, like I’ve had you once before.Reaching out to feel, and felt something more.You must know that you are whom I adore.Compelled by a force that no one can see,Driven forward to hold onto dreams,Caring for someone who can’t be with me.Not understanding the feeling, but feeling too much.How I wish you knew how I longed for your touch.Aching and burning, this passion, this yearning,After so much time, I find...

  I cannot live without you Nor do I want to try. Can you feel me waiting For our souls to meet? So many things I need to tell you, And other things I wish you knew. How I wish I had the courage To get them off my chest. If I could be where you are, And fate was kind to me, Maybe you would see me For who I am inside.

Anonymous

Bel Esprit

To whom I call my dearest, Beloved bel esprit. So full of love and hope. And the hope for love

To whom I call my dearest,  Beloved bel esprit.  So full of love and hope.  And the hope for love.    Love,   I am truly enamored.  For even the passing thought,  Of your sweet kisses,  Puts me at peace.      Peaceful,     Even as I yearn for you.  My heart, my spirit, my mind and body.  My very essence is electrified by. Thoughts of us.   Us,     We--fierce and beautiful.  Tragic yet hopeful.  Two as one.  Made to love,...

Beyond the shore, the sun descendsand paints the sky in fuchsia blendswith passion fruit and tangerineand clouds a-blush with peachy sheenmagenta ribbons flirt with blueas day departs in royal adieua spectral thrall, a final boastto brush the warm Amalfi Coastthe spritely sea consumes the lightas waters burn for coming nightand sand glows rose in lovers’ heatthere on the beach, we take our seatI wrap her with a tender arm...

A haze of amber flecked with goldthe nightly spell of Rome takes holdits citrine light gleams from our hairand our footsteps float as if on airThe ancient mischief of ancient lanesdilates our eyes, infects our brainsthe domes and columns coalesceto wink us, nudge us, urge us, 'yes'With impish looks, our hands entwineour faces flushed with golden winecoy laughter rolls in rustic streetstill in our sight, the river greetsUp...

A thousand jewels in soft arraybrush moonlit waters in sweet balletvibrant lights from red to goldenchant the river of London oldThrough the night, St Paul's commandsa ship of white, atop the landscasting awe from bridge to hallsplashing life in silver thrallBlackfriars Bridge in calm reposeOxo Tower glows like a rosetwisting lamps climb from the standsThames Clippers sail in silky bandsBy the wall, a busker playspennies...

Jump into my soul And let yourself be loved Never will you be lost or End up alone. My heart belongs to you Always and forever. Ride the waves of love  I promise you no regrets Escape into paradise with me  Love me through the years Yet when I look at you  No words come to mind Call to me with your love for Home is where we will be.

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We huddle silentlyDraped in a quilt of innocent friendshipThe warmth of our arms minglingAs we sit side-by-side in the dark roomOur faces flicker with multi-colored splashesDolled out by my bulky old TVShowing our private 'movie-night' movieBathing us in translucent excusesShe's glowing tonightEven more so than usualHer clothes are a little tighterHer make-up more carefully attendedHer hair shimmering and smootherHer chee...

The oar blades dip into the dappled glass-like waterBeneath the sighs of weeping willows, the boat glides forwardSending gentle ripples fanning across the river, shorewardTo slosh softly against the bankAcross the boat, she looks back at meHer blonde hair dances with mottled golden raysAnd on her face, glows a smile that says,there's more than the sun's warmth between usI lean back and pull the oars through the dark liqui...

Anonymous

Can't tell you enough

For DancingintheRain

  I will tell you that you are beautifulone thousand times,then a thousand times more.I will talk to your heart,then whisper to your soul.And when I finally see you and touch you,I will tell you that you are beautifulone thousand times,then a thousand times more.Words will betray me a thousand times,but I will tell you that you are beautiful, then tell you a thousand times more.  

Anonymous

Ignoring convention

You love who you love

Two bodies Two hearts One home   Two souls Find peace One spirit   Ignoring convention Living life Loving love   Two bodies Two hearts Beat free  

The Therian-Chapter Ten

"No, he's an Alpha, not a president. Besides, I have a feeling he'd happily make time for you."

Two days had gone by. In a matter of hours, the third day would be gone. She blinked in surprise as she double checked her cell phone. She wasn't even aware that much time had gone by. She'd spent the entire time curled up in a ball of tears and self-pity.  She felt gross like she definitely needed a shower, but she also felt clarity. Klaus and Damon would be coming for an answer soon. She looked down at her worn and wrin...

The Therian-Chapter Nine

Is my Father still alive?"

She was making her way back home from Amara's cottage, having been assured she was safe to go to her cabin now. Her mind was oddly calm given everything she just learned. She lived in the wilderness with werewolves.  First thing was to find out what happened to her father. The next thing was to get the hell out of dodge and go back to America, get a job, and move on with her life. There was too much going on here that she...

The Therian-Chapter Eight

I shall tell you the story of the origin of the werewolves. The Lupus Antiqua.

It was night out, and hard to see where they were going. All she knew for sure was that she was driven on and on through the forest by the barrel of her father's rifle and the fanatical gleam in his eye.  As best she could tell, he was about halfway to the secret market. All those poor people! She couldn't just lead him there could she? She thought of the nice old lady who'd given her that necklace and called her a moon c...