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she has... a poem by T21int
written
for His love, pixiebb
she has...
...an artist's eye
I wish that
I could see the world,
As she does, the beauty and the detail,
The color and the light, the lines and shadows
...a lover's heart
Deeper and more
full of passion,
Than all the seas of this world combined,
And stronger and more true than anyone's
...a pixie's mouth
her words are
the lyrics to the song,
My soul sings; her smile can send Me flying,
And her kiss can stop the world's rotation
...a child's sense of wonder
Where
so much is new and magical,
She lets Me share its vision,
And it always makes Me feel so alive
...a woman's way of caring
Making
Me feel stronger just for needing her,
And letting Me know, always, by word and deed,
That I am the center of her world
...a connection to the land
That
is timeless, and so potent,
I stand in awe of it at times,
And wonder how it must be to speak that language
...an effect on Me like no other
I
cannot see My world without her in it,
I cannot recall a time I did not love her,
And I know that I am hers, and proud
to be so
she has...My heart and soul, forever
her Service a poem by T21int
written for His love, pixiebb
I watch her move 'cross the
crowded room
With timeless elegance and
unstudied grace
And all I feel for her, My
love, is written
Clearly, in the smile upon
My face
I watch, and am transfixed
as she enchants Me
her words and movements, always,
are sublime
I find it hard to speak, I'm
overcome with feelings
I'm in a place, just O/ours,
outside of time
Til, from this reverie of her
inspired creation
she does wake Me, with a word
or a sweet kiss
And I return, so joyful and
enraptured
Still glowing with remembrances
of bliss
her service honors Me in so
many ways
More than I can hope e'er to
express
For, there, in both her actions
and her words
she embodies all that's brightest,
all that's best
her love for Me shines through
her every action
Leaves deeply its impression
on My mind
And I know, without My ever
having to wonder
her's is the truest love that
ever I could find
The Answer a poem by t21int
written for his love, pixiebb
you asked me once what love is,
I knew you truly meant to understand,
But
all the textbook definitions,
I discarded quickly, out of hand
I sat a while, deep in thought,
The answer there, just out of reach,
Teasing
Me, touching My thoughts briefly,
Like waves breaking gently on a beach
So I thought, instead, about you,
And all the things you mean to Me,
And
soon I was describing to you,
The things you do that set Me free
Told you how it feels to need you,
How it feels to have you there,
Described
My joy when thinking of you,
And how much it means to know you care
Told you, also, of the emptiness,
That I feel when you're away,
And how
the very thought of you,
Can get Me through the longest day
I hoped that while I told you this,
The answer might show itself to Me,
The
true meaning of what love is,
And it was then that I began to see
That you, for Me, are the real answer,
To that question, and to so much more,
That
you, for Me, are what love is,
And you are what My heart beats for
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A Picture a poem by T21int
written for His love, pixiebb
In My mind, I see a picture of a woman,
A moment of her time, forever captured,
And all the love and beauty that I see there,
Holds My heart transfixed; My soul enraptured
It is the image of the face of the one I love,
Which, like the moon, shines on Me from afar,
Reflecting all her tenderness and care for Me,
Enough to hang My name forever on a star
Her soft brown hair is hanging loosely down,
And resting gently there against bare shoulders,
Framing a face so gentle, pure, and innocent,
But underneath, a sensual passion smolders
A forehead where I’ve often longed to place a kiss,
Reigns o’er a wondrous face of pixie-pure delight,
Arched eyebrows, delicate as any of the fae folks’ wings,
Marking an intellect that’s subtle, quick, and bright
Her eyes; twin windows on a soul so true,
Looking not into the camera, but at Me,
Bearing witness to a spirit truly magical,
Casting spells of love over everything they see
A nose as straight and narrow as the path of truth,
And rosy cheeks, which My fingers ache to know,
Above a chin of strength and determination,
Leading the way the rest of her should go
All surrounding a smile both warm and mischievous,
Causing Me to smile as well, and to yearn to kiss,
Tender lips I’ve oft imagined whispering My name,
A smile promising contentment, joy, and bliss
In My mind, I see a picture of a woman,
I keep it with Me always, every day,
I set it there before Me in the night time,
And like the stars above, it lights My way
I love you, My dearest darling, with a passion immune to the ravages of time
and distance. True happiness was Mine the moment you chose Me to be yours. From the bottom of My heart, until the ending of My days, I thank you – your
devoted Master
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| the Artist taking inspiration from His muse |
My muse a poem by t21int
written for His love, pixiebb
I have a pixie for a muse,
she cares for all My needs,
Sends Me My inspiration,
My verses follow where she leads
she does it all without a thought,
No conscious effort on her part,
Appears to ever be required
To send her message to My heart
I'm but the instrument through whom,
After much typing on the keys,
Emerge fit tributes to My love,
In rhyming stanzas such as these
I take no credit for the work,
It's all her doing, good or ill,
Gives witness to My love for her,
My own mind following her will
And freely as the lines are typed,
So too the verses are My gift,
Which I, to her, do happily give,
If but her spirits they might lift
They're hers to do with as she wishes,
To hold them close or share them round,
Because they're merely a reflection,
Of the wonder in her I've found
So if you chance to read these verses,
Remember who they're written for,
And if you chance to find them lovely,
You know I love My muse much more
Like the Night a poem by T21int
written for His love, pixiebb
Lord Byron, for another, wrote,
"She walks in Beauty, like the night"
But I'm sure he'd say the same of you
And certain he'd have been as right
For like the night, you hold Me,
In your sheltering embrace,
And your cool and gentle breezes
Caress and kiss My face
In you I find the solace
And serenity I seek
your kindness and your care for Me
Are a pillow, soft against My cheek
So like the night for Me you are
That dark, delicious time
I wait for you, with anxious thoughts
As shadows, 'cross floor, to wall do climb
In your eyes are the stars I use
To guide me on My way
And in you I find the strength I need
To face the daunting day
*excerpt from Byron's
"She Walks in Beauty, Like the Night"
"And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win,
the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is
innocent!"
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