The Stage of Love

It is Saturday everybody and I want everyone to be happy Daylight is drawing near and there are lots of things to share Putin is fighting the moon and the silent ones will be coming home soon, with tears in their eyes and nothing to show for their many years of sacrifice. They all gather on the open field and fall on the ground with face down and beg for mercy for hurting Russia’s pride, they lie there for a while and as the sun came out, they rose up from the ground with a shout and everyone took their weapon and toss them in a heap and the general stood over it and sign a decree then pour gasoline on top and burn it down to the ground to signify their surrender. Thousands of them pile up in truck and return to Moscow, heads were down and they did not speak but I could feel their heart and feel their spirit as they weep; they did not know what Putin would do but the army was broken through and through. They depart the place that they once called heaven, with scars and bruises on their faces, leaving the destruction behind while the destitute and wounded limp helpessly by their sides. When life bruises your gut and the fantasy fellow on the air drives you insane someone will take you through the stages of love with sound wisdom that resonate from above, and when Putin feels it, his heart will burn with love and his and his spirit will churn and his manhood will come alive and his soul will take a sip from the vodka leaning by his side. What more can I say when love burns through the avenue of your soul, what more can I say when roses are laden in the bed you use a sharp knife to cut the rose from the head and you deliver bouquet to him with chocolate and jinn and that is how the first stage of love begins. Young soldier boy philandering in the grass, has found their destiny at last, and the historical Julius Caesar in his glory could feel it, but the romans gods could not believe it and so he led the army through the street with a mission to compete and so he laid his bed in the same place where he wed. I can feel what you feel, I know that your love is deep but the honeymoon phase and butterflies in the stomach have fade away and the infatuated passion went through the door before the break of day but something good is coming your way Lift your hands toward the roof and tell me that you will be coming home soon for love is patient and kind and even though you are thousands of miles away love will be with you to stay. You cannot touch it but you can feel it, you cannot destroy you have to nurture it, there is no recipe for emotion but it is that sudden pain you feel when you realize that your love is real. And when your heart mourns and you are on the other side of the ocean, take a walk on the beach and examine the foot prints on the sand and you will understand, and then love will give you a helping hand. Passion and rose are waiting at the door absorb the moment without fear and life will be pleasant for you over there. The stage of love is filled with blessings from above, open your heart and receive it!