Don't weep little girl. Don't ...
You have a place sweet girl, a place where you belong.
He has a place, a place where he belongs... right here, here...Breathe... You can feel it...
He breathes, he can feel it too. Your place in his heart. That place where you belong.
Sing another song, or light a vanilla candle.
Whisper it gently through the air... He will hear it... He will feel it.
Just close your eyes.
Take a deep breath... and let it go...
Maybe tomorrow he will send you cinnamon smell just through the air. He knows that you like it too.
:)
Don't weep little girl, don't ...
photo credits : 1. -, 2. last days of summer, 3. bright branches, 4. Making Tea
8 comments:
Oh little girl. Is that you?
Beautiful pictures, as always. And sweet words. I hope he knows what he has :-)
what beautiful words. i hope you are doing ok! be happy, lovely shokoofeh!
Shokoofeh:
"he will send you cinnamon smell just through the air"?
Love that!!!
Are you and you're sweetie apart for the time being? Did he have to go away on a trip? Reading between the lines, I sense that you're missing him.
If so, I hope you're together again real soon.
Its not overtly articulate but: AWE!
Little sweet girl. You don't have a place. NOT JUST ONE! My sweetheart, you belong to lots of hearts.
May I send you some cinnamon smell, maybe mixed with some saffron smell too?
Love you honey.
This is so beautiful to read and see the response message. Truly, words can be poetry of the hearts.
That little girl is a part of each of us.Thank you for these words.
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