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Abed this angelic night bound by quiescent beauty,
yearned thoughts of whence the birth
of our yester-years proclaiming
loves first scene waltzes
through thy interior
monologue. In great
measure is our
kiss miles away
on the outskirts of
different land. Persuading
life on end to amble
midst ninth cloud holding
hands. Oh how this
as treasures in
favor of thy last name.
Enraptured at moment is
her warmth skin embraced
with mine...(SIGH) Fingers extend,
tracing single by single the tears about thy face...knowing that love at last
came upon its indissoluble place. Thank you God for orchestrating our lives this way.
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Marrying you is my biggest dream
When it will happen now I can’t see
In anticipation I wait
Since our first date
I know with no doubt, that you’re my soul mate
I sit and think, another fantasy
Of different ways you’d ask “will you marry me”
Our own little house, kids running around
Each aspect of our future hand-picked by God
I don’t know when my hand in marriage you’ll ask
I want it to happen with my whole heart
I love you and each little part
Out of all the guys, you were hand-picked by God
I dream about it, sometimes night and day
And I know exactly what I’m gonna say
One thing I know is I can’t wait to see
That moment when you go down on one knee
Our little garden, kitchen and park
Each little part, hand-picked by God
Will it be months, years or days?
Right now I don't know, I really can’t say
Our future and each little part
Will be perfect as it is hand-picked by God
I’ll wait patiently until the moment arrive
When you finally get to call me your wife
I’ll embrace each little part
Right from the start
Hand-picked by God
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Believing that marriage was ordained of God;
that, like a seed, it needed constant nurturing,
she sowed her deep devotion with a hope
that stretched beyond an ordinary scope.
That hope scanned schisms that had left her desolate-
until it reached the heavens with her prayers.
Time and time again, her spouse complained or failed to do small things
essential to cementing the marriage bond.
With unusual restraint, she held her tongue, forgave. . . and listened.
If matrimony were the fire in a hearth, she supplied the kindling and the logs;
then lauded him for twigs that on occasion he tossed in.
Some nights she’d lay a weary head upon the chest
of the one she called her husband (when he was fast asleep and didn’t know).
In those moments, she felt the beat of that heart he never showed to her.
With humbleness she supplicated God
that she might find connection with her mate.
She wondered and she wondered why. . .if thoughts, invisible,
which were transmitted to the Lord, were able to be recieved by Him,
why could not her words, directly spoken to the one on earth she loved, be heard?
Daily on her knees, she telegraphed celestially with a faith most extraordinary. . .
and wisdom came. Her love would not be broken, and she grew.
The seed she’d planted took root too and grew until there came a time. . .
she laid a graying head upon the chest
of one that was her husband (not just in word only);
a someone who now watched HER as she drifted off to sleep.
With his heartbeat strong in her ear,
she heard him whisper softly, “I love you” as he kissed her cheek goodnight.
For Audrey Carey's "To Err Is Human to Forgive Divine"
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With my soul at peace and my thoughts at rest,
standing in this winter wilderness,
I whisper words of heartfelt bliss.
Come with me and walk this path.
Together we tread against the freeze,
and find the warmth of tender grasp.
My devoted being shall forever be,
a place of strength against chilled winds,
a brilliant light only you have seen.
Our lives have met in this quiet space.
Let sky meet land and rivers merge.
Forever, harmony I long to taste.
We have summoned light from darkest days.
Heat returns to melt still ice.
Each day length now brings stronger rays.
The deepest snows cannot hide the facts.
Beneath these layers life holds fast.
Newfound joys spring from bleakest past.
Let's rebuild life from broken dreams,
Where life restarts with each new spring,
the snows will melt to feed fresh streams.
Like this land, my passion runs free.
Walls have come down with earnest words.
My unblinded eyes now see.
I ask for your hand without ounce of gold,
or shiny stones dug from filthy earth.
My eternal love cannot be bought or sold.
Under peaks reborn of volcanic scars,
In night's serene and starkest silence,
I pledge love to outlast the multitude of stars.
Solitude I turn from on this ride.
Today and tomorrow let's walk in stride.
Promise to be my utopian bride.
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Rising before me, are your eyes,.. like the stars
Embracing the light, while reflecting the moon
A room filled with people, ...yet it seems we're alone
Closer you've pulled me, as we dance to one song
Hearing old music, that we knew long ago
For, you and the night, have been here all along
Over the moon, where we wanted to be
Reaching for stars, in our own magic way
The questions I’ve asked, I know you have heard
Here and hereafter are just steps apart
Each step brings me nearer....be still, gentle heart!
Some things are intended, that we never part
The place I belong, is always with you
All things I have longed for, I've had from the start
Reaching for stars, .... I climbed over the moon
Stars shine in your eyes, as we dance to old tunes
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Tossing and turning
not a wink of
sleep in sight
Visions of her beauty
have me thinking
Churning deep inside
She'd be my bride
She's the sunshine
that falls gently
upon my face
through my window
floating with grace
The stars in the sky
shining so bright
warm hug at night
holding me tight
In just a few hours
all dreams will come true
as I give her that ring
and we both say I do
Staring from the window
on the night before we wed
Thinking of first moments
Inhaling a deep breath
Thinking of that smile
which has captured my heart
Thinking of his tender care
A gentleman from the start
Many years I've waited
Just to watch him sleep
Just to lay beside him
Feel his toes slight-brush
with my feet
All my life I've waited
for our dream to be
At last Im gonna have him
My pearled silk gown is hanging
Tomorrow it would be worn
Before the lord, our eyes meet
the promise would be sworn
From the chapel to the gardens
Our entrance would be grand
The waxen buds will blossom
and our love would be sung
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My Only Flame
Love, like fire, is all-consuming,
And forever should be blooming.
Endless courtship is not a game.
As we watch each year’s seasons turn,
My torch for you will ever burn.
No regrets giving you my name.
You always will my soul inspire,
Forever be my one desire--
My first and last and only flame.
Originally posted in June 2014
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Ode to My Husband
What a wonderful, magical surprise!
Sometimes love arrives in disguise.
I never saw this coming,
Never anticipated such an awesome blessing.
I was at the right place,
When I spied your sweet, handsome face.
It was at the right time,
When you called me your goddess and I knew you were mine.
Until I met you, I was like a sad, little bird with no songs to sing,
With only broken wings, l had to work my way through some hurtful things.
But you came along,
A real man, unselfishly offering me strong, broad shoulders to lean on.
It was a long, slow process getting back on track,
But you were patient and willing to take the burden off my back.
When I was lost and alone, you showered me with loving attention,
Tenderness, kindness, and consideration.
You nurtured and cherished me each step of the way,
Building my confidence and trust each day.
Thank you for helping my fragile heart to mend,
Thank you for helping me become whole and to love again!
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Melodic laughter floats on the breeze
Fire light crackles and your eyes tease
Escaping embers glow, like whispers of light
They dance and hold us, this magical night
Nothing between us, our souls exposed
Twinkling stars - a new song composed
Whispers of light, grow hot and untamed
Tonight's promise, as of yet, un-named
For years now, it's been this way
Whispers of light, between us stay
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They met at first around sixteen,while they were in their teens.
A young man tall and handsome, a girl with many dreams.
Years later they did meet again this time he was smitten.
It took some time to hook this girl, eventually their history written.
He had a plan to marry her and move her from her home.
She'd have to leave her roots, the only thing she'd known.
Leave her home and family was what she had to do,
The love they shared was eternal even though it 'twas brand new.
This love they shared was a gift,their faith was also strong
They both loved many similar things like fishing, books and song.
Seven children blessed their lives, they started their own tree
So strong this love they shared, became one large family.
Both worked hard to raise them, devoted to each one,
They shared their love equally to each daughter and each son.
Education and faith were important, practiced with daily prayer
They fed and clothed this family with love and tremendous care
Each child was very different and different paths they took.
Educators, artists, builders, Lawyers and even cooks.
Each child found their partners, some added children to each branch.
All love music, all loved to read, a few even like to dance.
Their children had more children and the two were greatly blessed,
With lovely grandchildren with many traits that both these two possessed
What remained from the love they shared twas passed down through the line
A love this strong must be shared and it surpassed all time
Four generations have now developed from these two whose love began
So many years before when both had shared a plan.
Each twig shares a piece and resembles one or the other
For this love story that's been described was about a Father and Mother
I'd love to say they share a life together here today
But God had different plans in mind, for one he took away
The void he left was devastating to everyone you see
Hardest on the one for which he shared atop the tree
The plan these two created at the time they were entwined
Continues on by one so strong , who giveth all of her time
To the tree these two created which grows branches to this day
The love created by these two shall never go
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You Are My Life
You made the moonlight turn so blue
as you took my heart away with you
Love never before hurt like this
our love, all of you is what I miss
This house suddenly is ice cold
my soul feels a million years old
Once these rooms saw romance grow
now you miss me deeply this I know
For none have ever loved as we did
you were the hot sexpot, I the lid
My darling think back and just feel
how deep was our love, how very real
Think back to nights on the beach
the destinations we both did reach
Cries you swore were from pure joy
you my princess, I your hot loverboy
Wherever you are look at stars above
long as they shine we'd stay in love
That oath you made just for our lives
such love is forever always thrives
Darling , please bring my heart back
I am a train , wrecked off the track
Hear, this is my last desperate plea
bring back all your sweet love to me!
R. J. Lindley
June 22, 1977
note: This write so long ago saw my sweetheart
return to me but her vow to stop her drugs failed
and she ran away again to do her drugs. I never
defeated her addiction. I lost her, my life shattered
but our spirits were made to shatter from lost love
and then later reform.
I have the poem in my hands complete with the vow she
signed written on the back.
I XXXXXXX swear to never again do drugs
signed, XXXXXXX Lindley,
June 25, 1977
Sadly that vow lasted mere weeks...
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The First Flower I Chose
You were my rose, the first flower I chose
A beauty so fair, such shine in your hair
You I chose, the finest ever love rose
Asked on a dare, the prettiest girl there
Soon we wed, pretty flower graced my bed
Nights sent such bliss, heaven I did not miss
Flames in bed, want no other instead
Honey that kiss, love never was like this
Years together, in good and bad weather
Loving every night, touching sweet just right
Joy our weather, sweet kisses a feather
Sexy the sight, your naked body at night
My rose did cast, true love that did so last
I held so fast, to that ship's greatest mast
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Commitments are hard
Time is swift and life is short
Faith in God makes a difference
Times will pass much easier
By Eve Roper 11/14/2014
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“I’m not a machine, you know.”
He says huskily
As she places her chocolate tipped breast
Within inches of his lips
She just smiles, breastfeeding him
And leans back and sighs
As he gorges
On creamy chocolate ecstasy
Later, he wonders
About his insatiable wife
Wondering if he can keep up
With her little bedroom games
And trips into fantasy
He lies back in the
Exhaustion of fulfillment
About to close his eyes
When he hears her weeping
Trying to stifle her sobs
Should he pretend he doesn’t hear?
He is so tired
She quiets down
And before sleep claims him
He hears her whisper
“When you make love to me
That’s the only time
The only time….
You really SEE me
For those few moments
I feel that your world revolves around me
That you NEED me
To be fulfilled
The only time
You're the man you used to be
The one dying to possess me
And so I prostitute my love for you…
Hoping in these moments
Before he can respond
And he looks up at the ceiling and wonders
How life has changed him
His other friends complain
About their frigid wives and dull lives
So unlike his
He is fortunate
He remains in bed
Staring at the ceiling
She cries softly on the couch
Feeling broken, used
Just a receptacle for his need
While she remains empty
She fingers her phone
Thinking of the invitation there
A shared cup of coffee
Nothing more, and yet
She reads the real invitation
In the depth of his eyes
When he looks at her
She wipes her tears as she thinks of fidelity and promises…
He walks into the living room
She tries to cover her body
With her red see through lingerie
Her black hair covering her mascara streaked eyes
He kneels down in front of her
Pushing away her hair
His eyes searching hers
And holding them for a moment
Tilting her chin up, his lips cover hers
With a gentle longing
She gasps for breath
Shocked at the tears gathering in his eyes
His voice barely reaches her ears…
“Will you be my wife?”
She tries to draw him to her
But he takes a hold of her outstretched hand
And helps her to her feet
Gently leading her to the bedroom
And night turns to day
As he makes love to his wife
Satiating her soul
Realizing her every fantasy
He says all the things he’s felt, but never said
As he ravishes her…
His woman, his bride, his wife
The mid-morning sun
Caresses her face
And she awakens
To find herself
Where she’s always longed to be…
In her husband's arms
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Decades yawn and stretch across the years,
traveling up the stairs, around the chairs
coiling around the door of one small room
that was groomed by the sun of a Saturday afternoon...
Floating on a sea of a hardwood floor
I'm prone, on my back, on a lavender rug
Examining the nail of my left hand thumb
hearing you express, that you aced your class
I had confessed, to missing you more each day
linked only to you, by that ivory phone
and a ring on my finger, that bound our love
and blinded our eyes to the doubt of youth...
Invitations in the mail, and a church on hold
There was a cake on order, and a cold hard world
You were glued to my ear, I was entrapped by a cord
that tugged on the wall, with every word
Light from the yard is scored by the blinds
but, there on the floor, prone on my back,
I'm bound by the cord that tethered our lives
Linked to your voice, where love was wound
Hovering over the sea of cold hardwood,
I had a pillow of shag of a lavender rug
The days stretching short and our vows yet untold
A cord getting stronger, that time would unfold
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Falling Into Her Vision From The Start
The sky bent to her loving will
losing her brought an epic chill
Never ever would I let her go
she the angel whiter than snow
Music sounds when she walks in
she my lover, my eternal friend
Days we traveled in love's embrace
I deeply lost in her sweet grace
No power could ever stop my ardor
every time apart so much harder!
My heart she gave again its birth
I love her for all I am ever worth
Those long nights we burned in bed
never did I ever fear to tread
Path to her sweet treasure trove
I ran, leaped and delightfully dove
Each morn her face sang to my soul
it was she that again made me whole
My All bent to her loving desires
she the Sun fueling my sexual fires!
Yes, she happily ate my burning heart
As I fell into her vision from the start!
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A whirlwind romance, so many feelings…
Dancing around my heart, so thrilling.
I said “I love you” first and felt a little vulnerable…
Finally, he said it too and I felt incredible.
We held hands every night, kissed and whispered…
All about our thoughts and passions, ideas and inspirations.
I began to feel a part of me was missing without him….
And he said he felt the same way I did, fully content with me.
A million words later, past the first of the “I love you’s”….
We began to bring up the bigger questions, the kids and houses.
I told him I would be happy with three and he said one would do…
But slowly we decided on two, the perfect number for a family.
We became so close it felt like I was undressed in his sight…
Even when I was fully clothed and closing in on a fight.
The mutual trust, the bond, the feelings that corresponded…
All a part of the relationship we had grown into something special.
He said, though, that he was sure he didn’t want to marry…
I felt a little like the first girl who had ever been told this detail.
Two months into the relationship, though, he got down on his knee…
Gave me a hopeful look and spoke the words I’d been hoping to hear.
Will you marry me? He said it with a smile into my eyes.
I looked back and responded quickly,… “yes” …
This would be the beginning of a long and lasting love…
A true joy, hope and faithful love that had been sent from above.
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The portrait of marriage a
Made from hundreds of pieces,
Large and small but all of the
A masterful way for the desired outcome
The completion of the portrayal of
A relationship, a life to last
No one has ever been blessed all
Pieces to amass
To perfection the given portrait to
Always some parts will be missing or
Not the desired ones would be in the
The portrait never gets done to
The artist’s complete satisfaction
A good artist has to keep in mind the
Should never be missed from any mosaic
Of the sort:
Trust escorted by honesty
Selfishness coupled with admiration
Sensuality tied with affection
Love united with devotion
The X factor, that the majority never
Under consideration takes:
Without it, all efforts will sooner or later,
© Demetrios Trifiatis
08 OCTOBER 2014
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Rick Springfield's Jesse's Girl was playing on the radio,
we were all partying guys and girls out on my patio.
I prayed no one or you would catch me looking your way,
noticing what I was doing for the better part of the day.
The music?, just irony, go ahead give it a whirl,
here I am awestruck by you my best friends girl
I just know this is so wrong all the thoughts I have about you.
You always look like you smell like soap taste like morning dew.
You always look like you just came out of the dryer.
I really have to ignore this urge or end up in the fryer.
There's a girl just to my left I know it's me she's talking to.
She might as well be talking to the wall all I can see is you.
It's my party, my house but I grab my jacket and leave.
Suddenly I hear someone running behind me, it's Steve
" You ok guy, you're white as a sheet, are you ill?"
he says, worry on his face. I reply "I'm fine, chill."
"Good. Mind if I join you?" he counters and he's all in.
Guilty is my middle name but I don't tell him of my sin.
"I've been staring at your girlfriend all night" I think!
"Is that what I should tell him?" I am on the brink.
I change my mind and I decide not to tell him anything.
We walk for a while before he shows me a wedding ring.
He explains he is ready to take the leap.
I listen quietly I don't make a peep.
What is wrong with me? This is my childhood friend,
I might as well be Judas look at me...as if I wish his end.
He is Caesar and I am Brutus with a knife in my hand.
How did I get here what am I thinking this was unplanned.
I congratulate him, his hug says it all.
He suspects nothing, nothing at all.
I know I will be selling my eternal soul
when we finish, at the end of this stroll.
I haven't told you the other side until now,
she looks at me too. She can't take this vow.
I know I will lose a lifelong relationship.
I don't care. I'm going for it. Let it rip
I 'm going to move in on her this very night
or in the morning in the bright of the light,
share my feelings. I am sure she feels the same way too
I am sure she will, if she didn't I wouldn't know what to do.
Steve must of left, but when? He was just with me.
Two men lead me to a room. Lock the door for me.
Everyone must of left. I hear screams in the hall.
I think they injected something in me, the gall.
The dream the dream I am having...again.
Rape...murder...bodies, Steve, her, me, insane.
What did I do?...what did I do?...wet I'm wet.
Sleep. I have to sleep. That's it you bet.
I bolt up. She's in bed with me. She's with me.
A nightmare. I was having...it was all make believe.
These nightmares have to stop...these bad dreams.
Go back to sleep. Yes. In the hall, what are those screams?
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Without words I follow you
Into the willow's sheltering shade,
Leaves softly swaying sweet welcome
Limbing a tree serenade;
Overhead song birds keep vigil
Watching love between man and maid.
Tambour rythym of two hearts
Racing, impetuous and free,
Yearning for love's sacred moment
Secretly shared with a willow tree;
Two lovers tryst, my husband with me.
October 5, 2014
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Shawn and Shauna fell deeply in love
And were on their way to be wed
When a car, on that day, took their lives straight away
As both of their bodies, lie dead
But their spirits were both drawn to heaven
As they stood, in front of the gates
Saint Peter was there, at the top of the stairs
When Shawn hollered loudly “Just Wait"
Now Peter looked puzzled, at Shawn
And said "This is no time to tarry "
Shawn spoke again, and refused to go in
Without being properly married
Saint Peter replied very softly
"We don't do that kind of thing here
But if you're willing to wait,
“I’ll see if I can, get it cleared”
Three months went by, while they waited
Saint Peter, show up with a Priest
"I know it was slow, But I want you to know
You’ll be married Forever at least"
As the wedding was getting started
Shawn asked a question, with doubt
What happens here in heaven
“If this marriage just doesn’t work out”
A silent filled up the heavens
Saint Peter, was shaking his head
And once he regained his composure
This is what Saint Peter said
“It took Three Months to find a Priest
In this Heavenly Foyer
How long do you think, I’ll take for me
Up here, to find you a Lawyer ?”
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I can walk through the darkness without light
for I know you will be standing at the edge of night
as sure as the lighthouse does in it's trusted plight.
Render to me the safety of your eager arms
and lend me your ever present and loving charm.
Your tender touch and warm, and passionate stare
makes me long for your honest and loyal care.
Never shall I ever be afraid of what comes in this life
not as long as you are my husband and I your wife.
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Graceful woman with long hair.
Eyes turn in her direction.
Gold rests upon her finger.
No trespassing sign.
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Oh, Albert its Alice
I missed you today
Many years since you went away
You left me with orders
To await your return
Oh Albert its Alice
We had so much to learn
I remember that summer of 1913
The storm was coming, we had not seen
The sun was shining upon our true love
Do you remember that brooch, with the little white dove?
We kissed on the Station, you had to go
The train steamed you from me – rather too slow
It let me see you drifting away
Oh Albert its Alice, I missed you today
The 4th of November 1917
My sisters’ baby had started to wean
Your Vera told me you weren't coming home
You had fallen in action, you weren't alone...
...there was Billy, Tommy and Freddie Jones
From red brick houses, from coal heated homes
Escaping the drudge of daily toil
Back to Earth, back to the soil
But Albert its Alice, I missed you today
We kept our promise to always be true
You to me and me to you
I have kept my life on a single track
Hoping that one day you’d make it back
But Albert its Alice, that train never came
Returning its passengers home safe again
I'm lonely Albert, in this crowded room
Everything’s whizzy, bangy and boom
Things are so different since you left
I'm in a home now “it’s for the best”
Albert, oh Albert I need you today
Albert its Alice, my looks have now gone
We lost our daughter and lost our son
I could not conceive without my true love
But I've still got the brooch with the little White dove
Oh, Albert its Alice, I’ll see you soon
I still sing along to our favourite tune
A lifetime of waiting, a lifetime of loss
Oh, Albert its Alice, let’s not be cross
Oh Albert, now, you’re waiting for me
Remember the park? Remember our tree?
It stands at the entrance of Executive Homes
They can’t see our names from their mobile phones
Oh, Albert its Alice, I missed you today
I miss our home, where you lived with me
I called our home ‘The Cherry Tree’
I say “our” home, you've always been there
Oh, Albert you’re with me – you really did care
Oh, Albert its Alice, my tears have been shed
Lying alone in my cold single bed
They put your name on a role of honour
I was very thankful that they would even bother
Oh, Albert if only they’d missed you that day
So here I sit – waiting to go
You all left before me, and I'm now rather slow
My body is old, but my soul is still young
It was the war that we won
Oh, Albert its Alice, I’ll join you today.
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Sentenced to mortal life term my May bride
When joined are glad hearts on eternal date:
The sky did not fall nor planets collide
On the altar of our noble estate.
Bright shone were rings of emeralds and gold -
You my true love betrothed and I your swain!
Now Isis, you are mine to kiss and hold
And never again your sweet lips abstain.
No artful other, no fool's inaction,
Will apart keep me from my son and wife,
And without further lapse or infraction
I wish you only love's joy and long life.
Keep me sworn and healed in your saving balms,
And in the fulcrum of your loving arms.
Isis: Goddess of fertility and motherhood!