Spinning Love

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The art of love as she weaves tapestry she sings a joyful tune. In the art her taps her foot upon the loom. Spooled in potential a divine rhyme build bridges the whimsical refined. She find her art of love; expressions, attracting warmth, song birds in chorus.

Wild muse she finds tarnished, a soggy paper crown. Alone in life his sorrows were profound. She examines him more, then sees a spark not found before. Her intuition a blaze hue in blues could he be, the one for thee?

She questions, examines, are his intentions true? Could this tarnished 1 become the king 4 you?

A meeting in a secret garden... Answers shown, questions asked, a rose garden grows. She takes her time, in love everything must feel right.

In this path her soul begins to mend, rebound, growing intertwined. She understands in his touch they will both feel the divine. Restlessness grows as she understands her soulmate is no longer long lost, in fact the greatest find.

Even so fates may twist, until our story is told, we must place faith in our budding love guiding us, to great roles. A partnership will be founded and a family we shall grow. In this timeless love our devotion, and courage will be known. The stories will be told, bards happy to tell, sweetness tune and drama, in our tales.

Archangel's will tap their shoes in an anticipation of collective desire. This weaver in full control, she knows herself, and now knows she doesn't have to fit a mould. She can be her and have a partnership will hold. For some bonds transcend time, greater than ceremony, codified by the stars, glimmers align.

A ring is a symbol, not all hold the same weight. For some know intuition centers the heart, paper rings surpass precious metals in weight. May our light casts out the dark.

For the my only wish is to be with one who is free to be thee. No contortions, shackles, impingements on you, our love is to be free. For the truest loves must know blending our ways together, me with you a binding of our souls.

Loved Ever More,
Aaron Baker

PS. Finding a dance true blue, a happiness I have never knew, revolutions get closer. I find myself in a tempest of change, in the eye of a storm, calmed. While opposition, fears, laid to rest. Our path may be circuitous each turn prompts the others. In this grand dance happiness, lives woven closer together, I find in our path to grace.

1 Woven Dedicated 4 Taylor Alison
11ov3 Aaron David
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