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Love, what an adventure. © Theresa Rossouw
Have you ever thought of love as an adventure? No? Well it is! It is an expidition into the unknown, a lifelong backpacking, camping journey through valleys, over streams, through rivers and on top of mountains high. Every day is a new challenge, a quiz of general knowledge, how well you know your partner. A steamy soapie episode of high emotions! A garden of roses, carnations and fragrant jasmine! A sensuous mingle of desire, friendship and attraction.
The adventure begins the first day and ends when you pass on. Each morning you’ll fight the little demons of frustration at the socks on the floor or the toilet seat with the sword of your devotion. He will fight the sword of death with your cooking, and you’ll make up in pure bliss. As the years progress the valleys may deepen with problems and worries! But, youl climb the steep cliffs and stand on the peaks of mountains high with every success and every birth.
As you grow and mature, learning each - others ways and personalities, you’ll find the journey has many stops and rests. Little plateaus of understanding and peace. Then when you have a plethora of knowledge, likes and dislikes, and feelings for each other. You start kneading the dough of a successful relationship, one that has journeyed through the rising and kneading down and proving stages, and has lived through the adventures, growing into the best friendship and love story ever.
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Heart by © Theresa Rossouw
Marshmallows bright some are mushy, soft, weak, jellyfish swimming in a cesspool of uncommitted, unloyal, uncaring mud. Their kindness a show, a facade, a mask. They never finish a single task. Don't father or parent, of commit themselves to anyone or anything, hollow and empty they never like a rose will bud.
Leathery, cracked and torn, some or sacks of sorrow, weary
and worn. Leaking tears and sighs they hide behind barriers, windows and walls, their misery, an echo through its passages and halls. Never yielding or trusting they flower not, the reason for living and loving,forgot.
Dark, musty, and spidery are those who have sold their joy to fright and fear, as evil, they allow to move in and draw near. No caring, shame, or guilt, conscience or love will you find here. Only sulphur, and stench and joy in your misery and pain, there power, their gain.
Open, free, uncaring, always giving are some, like shops without doors, they allow one to take and steal, trusting too easily, ending up shattered, ruptured and torn. Mending fast, plasters all over their wall, they always get up and stand up tall. Forgiveness their greatest weakness.
Sunbeams, bright and shiny, lighting up the world, some are darkness breakers and happiness makers. Their trust, and loyal devotion, always put great and wondrous events in motion. Light and sweet, gentle and meek, they are the ones everybody wants to keep. Their gift an eternal one, they are the precious jewel, from the Son.
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Liefde is n roos wat bloedrooi blom, bloos. N wolk vol water dig wat groei, en blink. 'n Reënboog,vol kleur wat alle bande van negatief en donker skeur.
Liefde, n rivier vol en wyd, buig dit die onbuigbare, laat die mooi ontpop uit die vuil en die gekraak, gebreek, en wys die prag diep in n hart verstéek.
'n Ligkrans omvou dit die pyn en laat die seer verdwyn. Die kwaad vergeet, bedek. Dit is hoe wyd en diep die Vader liefde strek.
'n Vrug van die beste gehalte, uit die tuin van die Allerhoogste. Vars en puik,die liefde wat ons elke dag uitbasuin!
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Anna. . . . Dedicated to my daughter Anna-Douw by Theresa Rossouw.
A lily fair, with hazel eyes and dark hair. You came to me on a night of crackers, fireworks bright.
From early time your will, strong, you knew always ríght from wrong! Your smile a tease,cheeky eyes always showing a soul at ease.
Water fairy you became at every chance and turn. A child of nature,wind, sun. Always eager to
try,to learn.
A fighter strong,fierce since your birth, you gave my life meaning. Purposing in my soul to be your champion,you valiant protector of worth.
You always shine the brightest by far, a precious gem, my princess,my bornfree star.
Years have passed and you grew from a tomboy climbing trees and jumping from roofs and running from bees. . . To an elegant rose, blossomed and bloomed, your stature and heart rare and pure.
Every day I'm amazed at how you've matured and become so full of grace. Your beauty a blossom fresh and new,every morning fresh with the love of God your refreshing dew.
As the years progress, one day Ill see you in your wedding dress. My heart will ache and break, because you'l be to big to curl up on my lap for comfort's sake.
The memories I'll hold dear is of your precious love and the knowledge, you are a precious angel daughter, a princess from heaven above.
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Hi Jesus
It’s been a long, long time.
I hope that you still remember me,
I’ve been hiding quite a while, deep inside.
I know that you know all things
Still, I think I should explain,
The reason I’ve been hiding
Is because of all the shame, because of all the pain.
I know that I don’t look so great
For meeting up with you tonight, in the hue of bedroom light
But I hope you understand
I’ve been alone since I was three, there was nobody caring, just me, you see.
You probably see the dirt marks
And smudges on my face…. and heart
But it seems no matter how I try
Some things I just can’t erase.
They say that eyes are windows
they peer into the soul.
I’m afraid that if you look there,
You’ll find it dark and cold, my soul half, not whole.
I’m not sure why it is, Lord,
But you won’t see any tears.
I guess they’ve just been cried up all these years.
I know that limp and lifeless
Is my unruly heart.
I guess that’s just what happens
When no one really cares, when your childhood is ripped apart.
And if you ask a question
I really do not have much to say.
I’ve found that no one really wants
To hear me talk about it anyway.
And if you care to listen,
Sit quiet and you’ll hear
How hard my heart is pounding.
That’s because of all the fear.
You’ll notice that I wrapped my arms
Around me all the time.
I did that for protection
Of the things that should have been mine.
See, not so very long ago, Pg.2
Without an ounce of care,
That monster took away from me
Things I never meant to share.
And if you find I tremble inside
When you come close to me,
It’s because of all the dreadful things
That someone did to me, and they tried to hide.
Jesus I’m so sorry, if I disappointed you,
If these things have saddened you.
But when I cried out to you
You never told me what to do.
I know that in my mother’s womb
You created me
And I can’t help but wonder
Is this what I was meant be?
They say that you are everywhere,
With each and every one,
But it seems that on those dark nights
You left me all alone, just for him to take to play, to give me away.
They tell me that you love me
And I suppose it’s true,
But Jesus, please remember, they whispered it,
In the darkness and the stench
They said they loved me too.
© Theresa Rossouw
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Loving you takes nothing of my strength,or my physical abilities,just an act of absolute devotion, love’s poetry in motion.
In my mind your face is imprinted,your name engraved on the panels of the passages of my heart,there seems to be no beginning to it, no start…
Your voice a melody of joy sung in the fibre of my being. Rapturous warmth in the vision of your eyes. The way your soul and mine entertwine,vines of love entangle our hearts,wills,bodies and souls, the vast echoes of our existance sing.
Twinflames,burning bright together in a universe vast. I called you to me with verse and rhyme. Of stars and scorpions and time. Woven together our destinies are forever,part of each other,whether near or far, always together.
Death itself could not hamper or burden our destiny,divide the oneness of you and me. We will always be part of the other, one heart,one intellect,one mind and one love, woven together in the courts of the gods above.
In the spiritworld we are tied forever,the cord that binds will I sever never. One day when the stars align and the Oracle speaks, then again we will meet, and wonder the glow of the golden street.
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Breathe, memory© Theresa Rossouw
Thumping in my chest, beating the drum of seconds gone by. Time erased, passed and spent, I am left wondering where it’s trickled to, where it went.
Precious breaths, race through my lungs, inflating my bosom, pumping the oxygen, life force, life, through my being, my heart pumping, my mind a spring blossom. Fresh my thoughts and my vision, seconds of pure precision.
Hard my head reels as memories flood in, behind my eyes, the motion picture plays. Seconds and minutes, days. Pounding into my spirit, the drumbeat of hope and the thread of love. Every heartbeat a final bow, at time's sweet surrender to end.
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Precious butterfly, soft and gentle, wings of silk and seams
you are the beauty of my dreams, my hope in greatness and special things;a delight in multi coloured wings.
From your birth, my daughter pure, you filled my heart with mirth, an
d your love was a gift so sure, so true, so precious, so rare and sweet, no greater gift, any woman could meet.
Your little fingers grasped mine, with might, your lips suckled to their hearts delight, at my breast, you always found your peace and rest.
Time has flown and you have grown. Into a swan; and your butterfly wings have lost their rainbow light, and made place for long, langy legs, and breasts and hair, and beauty of young womanhood. You are now a a jewel both rare and absolute.
One day I will have to give you away, and for your love and joy, for ever pray, you'll live your own life, and my arms will be empty and hollow, but you will always be one of the reasons, I believe in a new tomorrow.
Dedicated to my daughter Belinda.
© by Theresa Rossouw
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Verkrag
Vrou
Sag en vol mag
Rustig,hard, vol krag
Stamp hom weg
Dit is nie reg
Skeurend,stukkend
Jou vrou wees weg;
Rou,grou die donker
Rukkend, bukkend
Jou vrou wees dronker
Leeg,geen krag
Hortend, hawend
Vrou, verkrag,
Leeg,geen krag.
©Theresa Rossouw
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Salt, sea, waves crashing, breaking. Rocky shores, sharp, edgy, haggard rock, filling ponds, sea sand for miles, making children hearts smile. Skies of blue, cloudless bright, sometimes a moonlit night. Birds, a song, chirping, making their way through the day, worms to féed the young, and flowers brightly colour the green fields, with patches of rainbow, a lyric of wonder unsung. The picture painted by the Master hand all across the vast, luscious, fragrant land.
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