Wildness of it all…

 

 

Baroque artistic image of a tale of love and renaissance in the garden of colors”

“A woman’s heart is a cave full of day yet dwells only in darkness.”

 

Dearest,

         I want a love that never dims.
One that never fails when all hell temps.Or one that reminds me not of my mother’s heartbreak.I don’t want one that will change with time; I want one that will strengthen  the core of my lady lineage.

I don’t want Juliet’s love;

or Marie Antoinette’s illicit jaunts.

I don’t want to be compared to a love that’s full of brightness a week in et then it flourishes only with anger and Tears.

I never want Madame Bovary’s luck either.non, jamais.I don’t think love exist without our beliefs.
I don’t think love will exist without you dearest, chin up and keep dancing forward.Until I see you again,monsieur Make Belief.

    Hily Bemit

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