unfulfilled love - unrequited love - love relinquished - life unlived...
we all are gypsies of a sort wandering traveling through this life other lives space and time here there and yon on roads less traveled - this is a written and visual journal of my own travels - imagined and/or real - come along with me - we'll dance among the stars under the sun and over the moon - we'll share our stories of love around the campfire - come along -
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It is absolutely all about the eyes. My love enslaves me everyday when I look into his moss green eyes as rich as a forest floor. Simple words with profound meaning.
my dear glynis! how wonderful to have your company - i'm so sorry to have been out of touch of late - it's that thing of life/family getting in the way somehow - my heart is so grateful for your kind visits - and of your comment, i am so taken with your words "...his moss green eyes rich as a forest floor"!!! just magnificent, glynis - and i think they deserve a little poem of their own - you should do one!!! ;)
oh, and by the by, my friend's eyes? moss green, rich as the forest floor! yes, for real! ;)
hummmm how sweet your clause so full of words in just a few... ow you do this keeps amazing me my dearest.
And the pic is sooo beautiful
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Lots of love J.
my dear dulce! your visit has made my day - truly it did and i thank you! hugs and love - j
And my special friend's eyes....moss green, rich as the forest floor, yet sometimes, they change colors like the sea changes colors as the sun moves across the sky and night curtains the water.....deep pools.....fathomless. I fall into them and there is no way out for me.
and i, dear cousin, i, having leapt into his eyes, remain here on the rich moss green floor of his eyes - and the vermillion chambers of his heart ~ ~ ~
Un bref arrêt seulement pour te dire... pour te dire que je te lis toujours.
Vole de tes propres ailes, douce Jenean. Mes yeux te suivront toujours, un brin rieurs, un brin sardoniques, un peu mélancoliques, mais jamais juges.
Vole de tes propres ailes, mais ne cherche pas mon regard. Vole de tes propres ailes et sois heureuse.
Je serai absent des blogues pour près de deux semaines. Nous serons à Paris, histoire de visiter des amis, d'en marcher un bon coup et de photographier tout ce qui va croiser mon oeil. Le tri pour plus tard...
Ne désespère pas, je serai de retour vers le 10 avril.
mon cher roger - je sais que vous savez à quel point vos propres mots signifie pour moi - je sais que vous êtes là - non loin de là dans le cœur - avoir un temps merveilleux dans la ville de l'amour et je vais vous voyez quand vous revenez - jusque là
jenean
"Your eyes enslave me still" - Very deep & powerful. This is how I feel when my wife looks at me and I see my reflection in her eyes, even after all these years.
Beautifully written and imaged.
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