Are the greater steams of love held back by the weary wisdom of the wise, do things bend there way to meat the passions between two so dear, so close, as not to want more but the tender feel of another.

Sentencing a demon to cast love on to angles is to ask a stake to make its own victim feel its sorrow, the greater tasks of love are those to be asked by an angle, not called apron the whims of mortals.

Here these words and hold them dear for I believe in them so.

But is it too much to ask these angles for a mere whim of lusts cent as to make desirers calling, I do hope it is less than that so I too may feel the joy of love .
 

Long before, a king brought before his court a mistress he had sought in the woods of his province, beauty was hers so that no man could gaze at her and not mean to cast his lord aside.

The king made a wife out of the beauty and felt years of joy but bore no children. When asked by his court why he could not produce his country an heir he answered “do not ask greater things from one so great as he may lose his grace, see his and thank it for what it is and when it is no more greet him anew with charity for he has lost his love” the court then allowed the king his wife and questioned him no more about an heir. Years later the king woke one morning to see his wife not there, he worried for her but was greeted answered by angle which told him of his life

Love is not desire, but love is eternal.

 

 

I desire many but love I shall, maybe one day. Too fast many cast and proclaim they love desire. For they, the foolish ones I have hope for they can always love again but for one like the many that are me we have no end.

End here tonight so I can call my own dark and place my own self to sleep. I offer the eyes that gaze here a good night 

   
 

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