“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is wing’d Cupid painted blind.”
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FGL ¡¡`’.-
“my love is… never gonna run dry, never gonna come up empty… now until the day I die, unconditionally… You know I’m always gonna be here for ya No one’s ever gonna love you more than God, your mama, and me…”
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Me `’.,°~
Paint my heart to stay- the pyro kind… burning red and flame…
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Song of Solomon 8:6–7
“Set me as a seal upon your heart… for love is strong as death… Many waters cannot quench love… neither can floods drown it…”
alone out there… just meat… just prey… I feed my two wolves… one red… one grey… the fence a lie… just meet… just pray… away my two wolves… one red… one gray…
I was in a backyard— fenced in… familiar… from childhood…
I felt younger… In a place that remembered me…
Still— I climbed the fence…
On the other side— the woods waited… too close for comfort…
Then the red wolf came—
Big… Hungry… All teeth and motion…
No hesitation— just intent…
I barely made it back over the fence— It stopped there… snarling… growling… measuring the distance…
Then it faded… back into the trees…
Silence pressed in…
I climbed again— slower this time… Quieter… Tiptoeing…
The gray wolf appeared—
Not loud… Not rushed… Focused…
It ran at me— closing the gap…
I reached the top of the fence— just in time…
It stood there— head tilted… eyes steady— as if I was already chosen… as if I was meat…