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Love Quest

 


I won’t fall my love. I know you are with me even if we haven’t met in this lifetime on this 3-dimensional frequency. 


Please don’t forsake me, as I’m going through this spiritual cleansing. Too many souls attaching to my fragile flesh reaping the light that shines from me effortlessly. At times I feel the urge to cater to them and set them free 


But I’m only human, just a women, trying to do right in a world with tormented souls, held prisoner by the master of deceit


I pray you hear me, through your conscious I am what your 3rd eye sees. 2 worlds apart but some how, some way, we will be. We will be as one like Adam and Eve. 


Or maybe I’m a dreamer with a fabricated idea of romance, maybe there is no you, maybe love comes by a twisted chance. But the  optimism that there is some one out there just for me brings me peace. 


I can only hope there aren’t too many lonely nights left for me , and one day my love will rest his head on my pillow and join me to sleep. 


I think of my kids I wish to have one day, evenings full of school and laughter and family vacays. I just know I have to go through this cleansing so my heart won’t be so heavy and hopefully when I’m healed God will send you to me 😇

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