Une nuit silencieuse...and loving her...

Loving her
Is like falling more into silence...
The silence of Her own
Which one feels in one's marrow of bone...

A silence so blessed, serene...
A silence tasted by seahorses deep living marine...

Loving her is like raising one to the most...
To catch Him in moist sweated karmic post...

Loving her is like standing lone atop a hill
And there getting all of the silent ascetic feel...

Loving her is like dropping oneself into an eye of inner storm
And still being at the eye feeling no unrest at all...

Loving her...
Is like being provided by silence godly and most operative...

Loving her is plunging diving unworried into the deepest of the bluish deep...

And being born into a speechless movie Eisenberg
With no ship of one sinking without purpose...hit by icy berg...

Loving her
Is discovering beauty of the universe
As painted continuous by faraway yet glistening hopeful stars...

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