It isn't often a Man gets the chance to tell a woman how much He Loves her, or even why : Goddess knows, these days it's hard enough to get ten minutes in which to smile to each other.
With this thought in Mind , three songs, By Bob Dylan :
"It's alright Ma, I'm only dieing" -- those near Me in age will know exactly how, on days of strain , this song expresses what can be so typically the attitude such a day produces in a Man.
"Lay lady, Lay", What He and she both know to be true, and should admit to each other more often.
and finally:
"Shelter from the storm"
-- Forgive Me writing thy name, My love, But here's what thou art unto My Soul, nikki :
"Suddenly I turned around and she was standing there,
with silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair:
she walked up to Me so Gracefully and took My crown of thorns:
"Come in," she said, "i'll give You shelter from the storm..."
No Man should ever fear or fail to Bless His Loves
and though here I mention the name of one of My loves, each of My loves shares with Me a unique gift of Soul, that enriches both her, I, and all in the dynamic. Accordingly, I Say plainly here : My deeply beLoved ^[girls]^, I Bless you, and Thank the Goddess you have each Chosen to share your Life with Me.
in Much Love, ^Uyraell^.
