She is emerging, slowly, making each step as carefully as she can. Groggy from being submerged for so long within a depth she wasn’t sure she’d escape this time.
How many more times will she let her guard down for the wrong one? This can’t keep going on.
She needs respite. She needs a soft cloud of love. She must hold out for the real thing this time.
All the magic tricks in the world won’t save her from another broken heart.
But she has never given herself completely, given all she has inside and that may be why she can always come back to the person she truly is; unscathed and hopeful still. But how many more times can this be true?
When she wants so much to give it all. She longs for it to be true, for a love that will endure, transform, reach into the depths of her and let out the gushy center.
The torrent of love she has welled up inside, longing, waiting for the devotion she needs to set it free. To engulf her beloved in the sweet nectar of her entire essence and never let go.
Hocus pocus devotionem amoris mei honoris. Come when you are ready.