hands of destiny...tales of PURE love

Relationships are volatile, precious, important and at times simply unforgettable. Everyone on this green, picturesque earth has fallen in love with a treasured soul that loved them in a language their heart sought for ages. A relationship between two alike souls that shared so much commonality that it could only be understood as a heavenly mystery! A girl/guy whose name was lyrically perfect next to yours. Her/his Magical Eyes held you Spellbound in their Depth. Someone whose heart spoke to yours in Unfathomable Silence and Distance. Someone whose hands fit perfectly into yours. Someone whose mind kept you illuminated about things unknown to you. That Someone you innocently and inadvertently picture when you Delicately close your eyes. An astonishing being your eyes eagerly seek and find in a crowd of thousand beauties. A Girl/Boy whose subtly perfumed skin was your precious oxygen inhaled more Acutely and Greedily with each Union. In their arms and warm Embrace was a Haven of Splendid Joy and Gracious Safety. Their familiarly Soft, Perfectly shaped lips Kissed every inch of your skin so deeply and Passionately that those longed-for memories can still keep you awake, Aching, tossing and turning yourself to sleep. A Girl/Boy whose gentle hugs made your heart skip beats while they squeezed infinite amounts of adoration. In privacy, Her/his smile stretched more deeper, genuine and stunningly than what the outside world saw. Their words were of rare poetry only your mind clutched, ears heard and heart treasured. Together your presence was full of laughter, simplicity, a certain spirituality and Ease. With Her/Him your head needed not rest on feather pillows but instead on their tender chest, where listening to their rhythmically throbbing heart made you fall asleep ever so peacefully and sweetly. Lying in each others’ arms, the nights exotic darkness, faint Arabian jasmine smells, glittering stars, and romantic moonlit hours celebrated by whispering a prayer that sought for their love to only grow with passing days while our effervescent planet was sleeping. She/He simply left you dazzled. Her/his love created in us a thirst that no one can replace. One that two soul’s shared in one body. One that each of us shall experience before death parts us and admit to.

p.s. I saw a picture of Heer Ranja at an endearing Pakistani eatery. where Heer to my dismay, was of saxe blue color and was carrying a burgundy tote bag. Only in This city! :wink:

signing off,

hopeless romantic

Re: hands of destiny...tales of PURE love

Oh and its not by me but I think its really cute :o

Re: hands of destiny…tales of PURE love

yes we know :smilestar:

didn’t you post this somewhere else too? like in the life forum?

Re: hands of destiny...tales of PURE love

no..I posted it here before :o

Re: hands of destiny…tales of PURE love

but she posted the journal link and the thread was locked :halo: