Written by name Gregory Bodenhamer 2006
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Creating my imagination, this powerful
woman of mine, she the creator of my wealth, my
sanctuary inside and out, playing with life directly
and carrying my flame, looking up at her, her
workshop has fixed me, lessons in peace and
harmony this harbor of mine, no limits to her, none i
can find, standing on the stool her shape holding our
flame, the elaborate dress, her heart that cozy place
floating in my soul, anywhere she is she’s the
mountain top, the valley anywhere cannot hold her
this sanctuary of mine, standing so high, like floating in space,
moving but never changing, considered my beginning she not the
illusion, nothing exists without her, soft music playing any combination
surrounding us and healing, so many things to explore, never with
permission i kiss her the invitation always there, protected and healed
me this white light of her, only the highest good taking place inside her,
the greatest kind of providing, this sanctuary of mine,
she the entryway to my life, the light surrounding us, the pure of her
cascades over the friends, blessing the main room of my past, present
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the entire room, flying through space, no limit to her art, devoted to
me, imagine the inner works of her my perfect lover, eager and successful all gathered in one place,
her perfect timing of the ideal way, her my wealth itself.
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Hearing my words she enjoys, once described by her like taking a walk in the
park, i look down to see her and she has fallen into her dreams, i write of no
clowns or pirates, she alone invigorates my words, soundly sleeping too tired
tonight, the cat next to her, both asleep never listening to my words tonight, her
wholesome cheer giving away to dreams, laying with me on the sofa, the fire the
lovely gift for our room, only slightly brushing her hair this lovely creature of
mine, she remains the clarity of me, the best friend of me, the perfect gem of
womankind lays with me tonight, softly and wonderfully made, this lady
meaning everything to me, she all the riches of us,
the sweetest, the best girl i know,
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Written by name Gregory Bodenhamer 2006
written only for you...
He has consumed me this commonplace man of mine,
the party to late tonight, hearing his lovely words by flame, the
perfect ending this man of mine, laying my head on the pillow
and my man holding us all, this house of our future he’s built,
every word he reads tonight gently triumphs all the past, my
present the gift of our day, he feels so much for me, i dream of
his words, him the greatest blessing, the greatest gift his
pause of me, i do not have his words in mind, i lay here with him
living my dream, he my excellent place, the obvious place for me,
A thoughtful silence settles over me as he
gently touches my hair, night and day i pray for this man, i’ve
melted into his grasp and he still wonders why, in an instant i
became his lady, he is so strong, deferring my past, seemingly
and forever whispering my name, he say’s i’m his balance like
that perfect moment in time, the future the present now his
hand in mine, where can i start to tell him, he gives me the truth
even without words, his loving of me starts with a breath, loving me without chance his
words, pursuing me what a waste of time, the instant he spoke my name softly i knew he was mine,
taking his words like breathing in life itself, relaxing and taking more of him in, holding it for the
moment, let it go and take in another, relaxing with this man of mine, he says let go of the past,
He whispers my name, breath slower this time, relax in the moment our bodies combined,
focus on my words sweetheart and let your past go into the future, be here now as i write your name,
My most practical blessing i’ve ever found, his practice and growth with me , he has
separated the light from the darkness in the workings of his days and his loving me at night, the
reasonable thinker this man of mine, always a portion of truth with every day we share, he has made
my mind so bold, suggesting that before sleep overtakes us we must always kiss, kindling the soul
without music or sweet words, gently searching his lips his fire without light, think of the moonlight by
verse in our souls,
Shadows of the night falling he gently touches my hair, not wanting to wake me, no
grander way of saying he loves me, many times i’ve heard his words, his gentle touch just barely
brushing, his pen and paper down by now, imagine being loved by this man, focusing on what he calls
my beauty, a force which he captures revolving around his words, i seem to make a difference to him,
i’ve never had the whole wish, no idea on how to control this dream, something had to come to pass i
remember the first time he touched my hand. greg Written by name Gregory Bodenhamer 2006
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