So I thought I should start this new blog (after the xanga fall out) with something that touched me and broke the core of my barriers to unfathomable extents, a couple of poems written to me by a fellow xangan that really made my heart glow.

He gave me a precious gift. He taught me I was worth of words :3

let me whisper in your ear

seldom the words you ever hear

lets watch them fall deep down

and explode smiles seldom found

one finger to follow your lines

dont be so shy while you're mine

with an Aether of emotions

one finger caressing in slow motion

lets talk of things seldom told

merged as one- breaking the mold

of what love they say should be

lets gravitate- you and me

one hand- held tender your cheek

dont feign coy being so meek

match my words which fell to ears

and be this love- we seldom hear...

And as a goodbye :,( he wrote this one that I have requested from him <3

i sat next to him once alone

of nephilim blood and ancient stone

upon such written- simple verses

not found on walls of ornate churches

to protect them all- not just the chosen

but the lost and the broken

and this angel- no name to give

shared the exploits of lives he lived

a fierce warrior whose passion exuded

of wars once won beyond eyes eluded 

and like all wonders-purpose benign

sever our past from time to time

he's searching for pieces- final a piece

of this doll- once reminded of my niece

i asked why- why trivialize your pursuit?

even dolls have a purpose or use

his promise- bound to a girl he saved

a beautiful doll awaiting to be made

with a smile i respond- and the last part?

leaning slow...."a bit of your heart!"

alive such a doll- my surprise to confound

it smiled at a man now heaven bound

and with my memory of angels and my niece

she has her promised doll...for i was the final piece