| The Garden Our soul is a garden waiting to bloom It waits in quiet slumber, waiting for us to hear it To nourish it with love and respect So, slowly it can re-open One petal at a time To send forth its radiant light Upon this earth The Love Letter I sit here alone My heart aching My soul only feeling partial I long for the day until I see you again My arms ache to hold you My body aches to feel your touch When we are together time ceases to exist While we are apart it reappears Like a wicket trick upon my heart I will wait faithfully for your return My Twin Soul My Twin Flame © Sara Hildman White Bear Lake, Minn. |
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