There are many kinds of expression love and even lust. I have compared it to the candy stores of the past, you know what you want behind that glass case but you know what you can buy. Sometimes I am flustered by my own emotions, not that they control but that they pull at these strings deep inside. I have had a chance to experience many emotions in this current chapter of my life, so much so that I have been a spirit of all ages and with out the minds clarity I allowed my heart to lead me. It is the missing pieces of life that are found and laid in place. At sixteen your heart is open and your learning but your leery and you step without thinking. I remember my first kiss it was a one time date and he walked me to the door, I think he was as nervous as I was he pulled me close still holding my hand and he gave me this really quick kiss. We went to different schools and I never had a second date with him, as someone else was stepping quickly into my life. The next date the kiss was deadly filled with passion, I remember being without thought, this is just to good and I remembering thinking no, no.... yesssss.
There was a country song that came out at the time " I never promised you a rose garden" but ouch I didn't expect all those thorns without the rose. So much for stepping back as I move forward I feel my heart expanded from the love that I have been given. Magical and wonderful and yet there so much I want to do and experience and I ask that the Lord guide me. One look at the dreadful news on the front page and I am more aware of why I write about love and romance. This is what I have been given the gift to do, to give a platform to love, to share and allow it to grow and circle the world with what I feel each morning in my heart. There is such beauty and such power in love that it has the ability to overcome all obstacles. In a humorous way we joke about the calender men and the truth is that those who cross our path bring with them lessons and a magic all of their own. Without the experience we would be empty inside, a vessel without a message. The words are a small representation of how important the various stages of life have been...
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It’s what you do to me baby; every time I’m near you I go crazy.
Your hands on my picture did the tracing; my mind did all the racing.
It’s what you do to me baby; every time I’m near you I go crazy.
Sweet tender touch could be felt, as you gently caused my heart to melt.
It’s what you do to me baby; every time I’m near you I go crazy.
My body quivers, at the thought of what your soul delivers.
It’s what you do to me baby, every time I’m near you I go crazy.
The images are forever, the song of love keeps getting better.
It’s what you do to me baby, every time I’m near you I go crazy.
You changed my life like a play, directed and choreographed all the way.
It’s what you do to me baby, every time I’m near you I go crazy.
The charming way you tease me, I some how find so pleasing.
It’s what you dot to me baby, every time I’m near I go crazy…..
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