This woman is beautiful in love, as she is standing alone. She has that enchanting lovely far away look. Rather like being in some hot country, and after the excitement of the day calms down, she finds herself walking hand in hand with her Lover. Stepping gently over some untouched beach, her senses 'forgotten within him.'
Indeed, are her senses forgotten in him, as she sees only him, hears only him. He is the only one that can truly touch her heart and her soul.
Touch her heart and soul, her certainly does, all of her, is living inside of him.
Those birds, for her, around my painting are good birds, gentle birds of love for her, living through him, for him, for her, for their happiness.
They are soaring high within her sky and those birds are catching her soul in the sunlight.
Every day she wakes up next to him, reaches out for him, she is immediately washed in sunshine. Twenty four hours of washed sunshine, sparkly and bright, day after day. Here she is, arrived, the sunshine of him, connected to her.
Her World is coloured by him, living, breathing, the incredible him.
Those great, fantastic, incredible birds, soaring, swooping, singing love songs to her through him. To keep her in love, so in love........
One day, years later, she wakes up, only to find her Lover still in her bed. Just as always, she reaches for him, only to find that his body is still there, still hers. However, his soul most certainly is not!!!!!
He has brought the darkness to her door. Now those birds are swooping to kill. Kill all the love that she had for him, every last drop of love, squeezed out of her, like some glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, chilled to her throat, bones, flesh, blood, soul.
Day after dark day, her burning love for him is growing dimmer with each passing second of her life.
Those birds are creating such a clamour, that her head starts to split. She wakes up feeling ill, day in, dark day out. The light has gone out of her eyes. The lovely serene enchantment of her, is on the floor, like forgotten clothes, ready for the wash.
She must find a way back from The Forgotten Lands, find a way back to him, find the enchantment of her.
Staying in her Forgotten Lands, those birds will continue to screech and caw, swoop and to dive.
They will eventually swallow her existence.
She must NEVER stay here, must keep the absolute beauty of herself. Finding the way back to the enchantment of herself, resulting in the loss of her Forgotten Lands.
Indeed, are her senses forgotten in him, as she sees only him, hears only him. He is the only one that can truly touch her heart and her soul.
Touch her heart and soul, her certainly does, all of her, is living inside of him.
Those birds, for her, around my painting are good birds, gentle birds of love for her, living through him, for him, for her, for their happiness.
They are soaring high within her sky and those birds are catching her soul in the sunlight.
Every day she wakes up next to him, reaches out for him, she is immediately washed in sunshine. Twenty four hours of washed sunshine, sparkly and bright, day after day. Here she is, arrived, the sunshine of him, connected to her.
Her World is coloured by him, living, breathing, the incredible him.
Those great, fantastic, incredible birds, soaring, swooping, singing love songs to her through him. To keep her in love, so in love........
One day, years later, she wakes up, only to find her Lover still in her bed. Just as always, she reaches for him, only to find that his body is still there, still hers. However, his soul most certainly is not!!!!!
He has brought the darkness to her door. Now those birds are swooping to kill. Kill all the love that she had for him, every last drop of love, squeezed out of her, like some glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, chilled to her throat, bones, flesh, blood, soul.
Day after dark day, her burning love for him is growing dimmer with each passing second of her life.
Those birds are creating such a clamour, that her head starts to split. She wakes up feeling ill, day in, dark day out. The light has gone out of her eyes. The lovely serene enchantment of her, is on the floor, like forgotten clothes, ready for the wash.
She must find a way back from The Forgotten Lands, find a way back to him, find the enchantment of her.
Staying in her Forgotten Lands, those birds will continue to screech and caw, swoop and to dive.
They will eventually swallow her existence.
She must NEVER stay here, must keep the absolute beauty of herself. Finding the way back to the enchantment of herself, resulting in the loss of her Forgotten Lands.