Lost,
Consigned to hell,
Then free,
To find my heaven
Now,
In purgatory,
Soon free,
Inside my heaven
You freed me from hell, and became my heaven
Whilst purgatory keeps me, from being with you
When I escape this rock of our pain,
I shall join you, my love,
Together again
You are my heaven,
My heart, my soul,
Only together,
Shall we be whole.
I love you, Ionia
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Nice. Hopeful future.
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The future should always be hopeful, I think. In this case I also have certainty.
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WELL OKAY. Much better.
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The certainty is that my will shall overcome anything that gets in the way of us being together. And no, I do not mean you and I being together, John 🙂
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Ha ha ha huh?
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I was going to say what a beautiful poem … until I read your and John’s comments. Now I am laughing my butt off 😉
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Thanks, I hope you still think it is beautiful. It was written for a beautiful woman. I am glad the comments raised a smile 🙂
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Yes, I still think the poem is beautiful, as I think your love for and relationship with Ionia is beautiful. And she is beautiful too. I do hope there is a bright light at the end of this very long tunnel you’ve both been traveling.
Still, your wit just cracks me up 😉
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Listen here, John. My Englishman. Mine.
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That I am, John. I am Ionia’s. Always and forever. We can still be friends though.
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I’m sure he is heartbroken.
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I think he is probably good with it.
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I’d defend your honour
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Thank you, my darling. I shall always do the same for you. I shall always be your knight in shining armour, on a rampant steed.
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On a rampant..
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*****
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😘💖💖💖💖
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I love you.
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And how very much I love you too. I can’t wait for you to come home.
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Neither can I. All I want is to be home with you. You are my world, my everything.
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