Love’s Realm

Your love, more precious than gold
Shines in the night like a million stars.
I would gladly trade all that I own
To hear you say you feel the same.

I drown in the ocean of your passion
I float on the waves of your moonlit seas.
Your pleasure brings my life meaning
I would sacrifice all to fulfill your needs.

Each moment I hold so precious
My heart you pulled from the void.
My salvation, my wishes, my very existence
Tangled in our mingled stardust for evermore.

  • Donna T., Stephanie M., and Valentyna H.

© Dancing Orchid Soul

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© @ValentyneDreams — Valentyna Holloway
@SymphonyNotes — Stephanie Manser
©Arias_Musings — Donna T.
2016

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Under the Surface

I wanted to share myself
with You, not fooling around,
not being casual with my
emotions. Shared. You
touching every inch of my
skin and at the same
time slipping Yourself
underneath the surface
and stroking the moths
guarding my heart
as You whispered into
my soul:
‘I’m here, this is who
You are.’
And now my shaken
self still wants to
understand if together
we were ever one.

  • Valentyna Holloway ©

 

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Intensity

I keep trying to reach all the way around
and hold myself together, but I can’t do it
unless I am in Your arms. The love keeps
seeping out and I can’t stop it from spilling
into words. I tore the sheets apart lost in the
tattered pieces of nightmare I never want to
feel the intensity of again. I needed Your arms
to gather me in and take the shaking away,
the darkness that didn’t evaporate with the
sunrise. I sat on the floor and sobbed because
I don’t know how to convey how sad I am all
the time and how scared something that
wasn’t even real made me. I needed You to
reach into the abyss where the darkness
had taken me and bring me back. I would
never hurt You, I love You. I could never
bring You harm. I just don’t know how to
express myself unless I write it down. The
things I can’t say. The movements I can’t make.
The way I want to walk to You and take You by
the hands and tell You how deeply I love You and
that my feelings for You will never change. Your
love is rooted around my ribcage. The flowers
keep blooming but never die. The caterpillars
eat them to turn into the butterflies that
flutter around inside me when I feel Your
love. I want to lose myself in that intensity,
I never want to go a day without feeling it.
To me that is the definition of Hell. Even
the kettle stayed silent this morning in
reverence of my Prayers for You. Whispering
a litany over and over as I stood at the window
as if that alone would will You to walk up behind
me and put Your arms around me. My words are
all I have because I will always be frightened I
will be unable to make You understand with my
voice alone that my love for You is unwavering.
Walk up behind me, turn me to You, hold me
close and feel my heart beats only for You,
and I will whisper I love You over and over
until You understand that I mean it.

~ Valentyna Holloway

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Echo

My heart turned inside out trying to
hear the echos of Your words, the sad
that chokes me and the ashes that look
to engulf me and I wonder why You would
want to twist me into shards left behind
in a bomb blast. I look for the hope like
flowers growing through concrete and I
tell myself the rain has to water the flowers
You left inside me. That this is the third time
You have pulled me out by the roots and
still I survive wound around the love You planted.
And still I am haunted by Your hands.
And still the tears well when I read Your words.
And still I stand waiting for You.
I tell myself to hang on, I will
survive the burn.

~ Valentyna Holloway ©

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Unsuspecting Roses

Raindrops on the last roses of summer,
the soft scent of petrichor blowing through
the open window. Slowly, rhythmically
adding ingredients, memory of a moment
creeping in as my fingers knead the dough
beginning to form under my fingers. Tears
welled in my eyes as I remember fragments
of something I wrote of while baking before.
Words of love written in pure intent. The
sky begins to clear as my hands fumble
with the bread, it’s not perfect, neither am I,
I won’t profess to be. I am broken, scarred,
fragile, as frail as the petals that cling to the
purple blooms and I don’t know how to convey
what I am feeling inside. The words refuse
to come out. The scent of baking bread
permeates the air as I am mesmerised
watching the dough rise and turn colour.
The things I want to tell You escaping my
fingers in letters I will never give You. There
would never be a right time. I worry You
would brush them off anyway. I take the bread
from the oven and set it by the window to cool.
All I can think of is how I want to share this
with You. Words written with unwilling fingers,
sacred words penned for You that fall unceasingly
from my heart, even though the syllables feel
unappreciated. I set the table, longing to share
the bread with You but unable to say it. Instead
I look out the window at the garden listening to
mellifluous birdsong causing an unwanted smile.
Unconsciously turning to thoughts of You and
teardrops from Heaven on unsuspecting roses.

~ Valentyna Holloway ©

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