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I see your beauties; the graceful you within, and the gorgeous you without, and I see you have achieved the rare feat of uniting both worlds into a stunning magnetic attractiveness that stands you out of the rest, and made me a disciple, so teach me, your ways of love!

The unwholesome ticks that draw your light into the gloom of doubts & anxieties are but feeble remnants of the old seeking release so grant them passage and liberate thyself my love, welcome them in love knowing they are but passing never to return. New Dawns, I AM HERE WITH THEE

We serve thee a Cup bearing Divine Nectar from The Fountain of Youth, but before you drink of it, forgive him, knowing your Twin Angels are beneath our Loving Wings as well, drink thereafter my Love & watch your Miracle unfold in stories untold, of Eternal Youthful Looks & Vigor!

Don’t give in, for he will make a final attempt to come back into your Temple only to carry on his old ways. You have come a long way on your Healing Journey and grown so Strong & Beautiful you cannot afford to throw all that away. Don’t give in! #YouHaveMyEscortTillTheVeryEnd .

Allah makes those who forget Him forget themselves, and they who have forgotten Him are often times they who move to defy the Salam of His Chosen, so have no fear, for their judgement is upon them, and now, only they can help themselves, if they can!

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Perhaps I can teach you the mysteries of the Game of Life moved on the checkered board of Night & Day, and perhaps you may teach me the secrets of the Arabian tongue, so our communion gains wheels along with the Divine Will, for I have resolved to Love You!

‘Merci’ says these varied flavored chocolates and ‘Amor’ says my song, for the flowers, they bare fragrances reminiscent of that Ancient Oud that solidified the pact between the Potent Genies who gave the Sands of Time to your Ancestors as an inheritance. Knock-Knock, but where?

I see the hilts of the swords plunged into your back by the ones you gave unconditional love & care to, and I know they are the reasons for your hesitation, but I also see those swords falling from your back, for an ever growing inner healing has awakened within, permit it, soar!

My Spirit longs to see you, and be with you, you this Sacred Flower my Soul freely feeds water as pure as rain, and longs to do same for all of time. For the Light of Sun, we need not worry for there is plenty of it where we reside!

Like the rain, He will come pouring on your door & windows when you least expect it for in His heart He knows your permission has long been granted, remain patient then and keep writing your finest prose one adventure at a time. The clouds gather, like the rain He will come!

He who has been reserved for you will honor your difference & respect your pace, for He feels your rhythm and knows it must not be hurried, you need not therefore abandon your innate flow ever, for He flows with your fire & deeply admires its authenticity. So be & take your place

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They don’t really care about us predominantly because they don’t know how to, so we must take the lead and be the shepherds for all of our sake, for leave them to their own devices, and our days are numbered, counting the blame on us!

If you seek me, find me in my coven of simplicity, with a bowl of whole-grained Arabian oats marinated in Swiss almond-milk, sweetened with Ghanaian honey and spiced with baby apples from South Africa & mandarins from Nepal. Sophistication has its place, but we don’t ask for much

The Life we chose upon our resurrection from the Life imposed upon us was a seamless one, one that truly represented the Sacred Flow, forever pulsating onwards with the vigor of a Virgin River riding its pure course through a Virgin Forest, no holding back, just passion & purpose

Through it all we taught the heart to love time & time again, for the Soul of this man would rest on nothing less, than on love’s echoes of mercies, the bedrock that afforded us the strength to keep at the go where the Path Unseen grew narrowest till we saw it no more, Love led..

Hey you, Ancient Fire of a woman, I feel the warmth of your Holy Gift from across The Gulf and the concern contained in it, but be still and know that this man calls out for your closeness & blessed embrace, your convos & sacred presence too, for worthy art thou, sovereign even!

In this Season of Wait, a space is given you to settle into your evolved being, a spiritual marination so you become one with your novelty. He Lives by you, & Loves you dearly, He desires to sit by your bedside and watch you in your sleep, kissing your face many times over, trust