It's Sealed

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    You know when you know. Its almost too easy. This kind of love.

    It's Sealed

    It's Sealed

    If my heart say's its fine and my head follows, It's Sealed.
    It may be happening again. I will never know for sure?
    I looked into the grab bag of life, opened it up, and peeked in.
    Yes, what do you know! I think I seen what I least expected...TRUE LOVE.
    Preconceived notions are thrown to the wind. TRUE LOVE doesn't know any.
    Was it something about his name or the expression on his face?
    No---- it was an impression that he left on me indeed.
    He said, "Be Happy, Love Yourself, and Be FREE."
    It was also something he whispered in my ear that was not visible to the naked eye.
    I felt it trickling through my veins, becoming embedded in every one of my life-sustaining cells.
    Cool breezes of air, energized bursts to my brain, followed by the sensation of the sun's scorching rays.
    HE, has touched my Soul.....
    Sometimes I will want and as sure as the sun rises and falls, I will need.
    I do no trust myself to know or even welcome this TRUE LOVE for me.
    God only knows the answer to the question.
    Will this TRUE LOVE really be found in he?
    Mr. Wonderful, I thought, was Mr. Right. I tasted the "fruits" of lust with Mr. Big Bawler and Mr. Shot Caller.
    They ran away like fleeting deer with my lovin, never again to be seen.
    Give me Mr. Spiritual, Mr. Feel Good, and definitely Mr. Down To Earth.
    I will cherish Mr. Stand Tall who is loving, endearing, and knows his self worth.
    Keep Mr. Boastful and Mr. Haughty who were never humble or real.
    If my heart says fine and my head follows............It's Sealed.
    Then, he will be my Mr. Sunshine in the daytime and my Mr. Goodbar at night.
    I will be feeling him, he will  be feeling me....oooooh with Tantra Vibes indeed!
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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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