Prayer, Meditation and Poem about Love

When I was still a seahorse, in the previous life, how wonderful it was to float wonderfully under water. In the dreaming waves waved like goodness the hair of the fairest of sea mares that was my beloved. we descended quietly or rose, dancing harmoniously around each other, armless, legless, handless, like clouds swaying within clouds. Sometimes she played graceful escape so that I could follow her, catch her, and once, pulling at her, she put little eggs in my pocket.

She looked sad and pretended to be happy, snapped at a water flea and curled up on a stalk and said: I love you! You don't whinny, you don't apple, you wear a colorless coat of mail and you have a troubled old face, as if you knew that suffering was to come. sea cone! curlicue! ring wet! When was that? And who will later regret my remaining bones? It's almost like I'm crying - Lollo broke the dried up little seahorse wracked with pain.

Lugano Deluxe Wedding - Hotel Principe Leopoldo

As we walk through life we have nothing to fear, neither pain nor death. Love carries us, in happy days full of hope, in lonely nights of bitter misery. When we are dragged into the uncertain darkness of death, she is our guiding light on dark paths. Because life can be taken from us, but love lasts forever. With her silvery smile she strokes his hair, which is now grey, smooths the withered skin with a tender hand, draws the old love in the young heart.

What night, what moon, when I'm waiting for my friend! I stand there pale and cold and my heart trembles. See, there he comes and sings: "Now, where are you dear?" And he gives me his hand and he kisses my mouth! My love, stop! Stop kissing! Without a kiss already with you, my blood glows enough. Even without a kiss your cheek turns red, and my breast heaves, and my eyes shine like the star in the sky!