Lilacs Quotes

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Loving you is holy.You embrace my soul.And your touch is caressing.I miss you all day and wish to hold you tight.When I wake at night I look to kiss you softly.Your embrace is sentimental and your smile makes me want to kiss your lips.I hope to massage your head and comb your hair with my fingers.When you held the Earth in your fingers, I thought you'd bounce it like a basketball.But instead you embraced it like a baby and called it ours.Your heart is safe in me.I promise to care for it.And release all my love to, all my love to, all my love to you.Loving you takes my breath away.You smell like lilacs and green meadows.Your sweat creates a misty cologne and field of worldly flowers.You wrap around me like a flowing, floating spirit.When you held the Earth in your fingers, I thought you'd bounce it like a basketball, but instead you embraced it like a baby and called yours.Your heart is safe with me, I promise to care for it ! and release all my love to, all my love to, all my love to you.Your bright eyes fill the room with light. You are the one, the only.Our reunion of the hearts has been a holy awakening.With stars, rainbows and a breath of new moon.The sun rises to lift us up and the moon calms our spirits with a lullaby.When you held the Earth in your fingers.I thought you'd bounce it like a basketball, but instead you embraced it like a baby and called it ours.Your heart is safe in me.I promise to care for it and release all my love to, all my love to, all my love to you.

Karyn Bonti
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5-4-10 Tuesday 8:00 A.M. Made a large batch of chili and spaghetti to freeze yesterday. And some walnut fudge! Relieved the electricity is still on. It's another beautiful sunny day with fluffy white clouds drifting by. The last cloud bank looked like a dog with nursing pups. I open the window and let in some fresh air filled with the scent of apple and plum blossoms and flowering lilacs. Feels like it's close to 70 degrees. There's a boy on a skate board being pulled along by his St. Bernard, who keeps turning around to see if his young friend is still on board. I'm thinking of a scene still vividly displayed in my memory. I was nine years old. I cut through the country club on my way home from school and followed a narrow stream, sucking on a jawbreaker from Ben Franklins, and I had some cherry and strawberry pixie straws, and banana and vanilla taffy inside my coat pocket. The temperature was in the fifties so it almost felt like spring. There were still large patches of snow on the fairways in the shadows and the ground was soggy from the melt off. Enthralled with the multi-layers of ice, thin sheets and tiny ice sickles gleaming under the afternoon sun, dripping, streaming into the pristine water below, running over the ribbons of green grass, forming miniature rapids and gently flowing rippling waves and all the reflections of a crystal cathedral, merging with the hidden world of a child. Seemingly endless natural sculptures. Then the hollow percussion sounds of the ice thudding, crackling under my feet, breaking off little ice flows carried away into a snow-covered cavern and out the other side of the tunnel. And I followed it all the way to bridge under Maple Road as if I didn't have a care in the world. From - "The Mind Game Company - The Players

Andrew Neff
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