My precious dove of love

sent from heaven high above

your gentle smile and star filled eyes light up my life

you’ve touched me deeply in ways that words cannot express

my senses swirling in your sweet breath

our lips do meet

our skins embrace

as I touch your angel face

how blessed am I

how blessed are we

entwined in love’s sweet ecstasy

I thank God for our joyous meeting

two feathered wings with one heart beating

 

 

Back in the 1950’s and 60’s it was a common practice for the attending physician to hold a newborn baby by it’s feet, upside down, and slap it on its fanny to clear it’s throat. When I was born the doctor stared at me, looked up at my parents, and slapped them instead. Since that day I have been able to handle most challenges in life with joy and enthusiasm. I’m not a saint, guru, master, or redeemer. I am soul, dream’s eternal lover and love’s eternal dreamer.

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