Have you ever met an angel? With a soul so pure and full. Have you ever felt her loving embrace? And engulfment of her protective grace? Have you ever smiled with a guardian? Laughed as she played the comedian? Have you gazed into her loving eyes, And watched as twinkles there arised? And with them knew without doubt! That protection is what she was about? I have. And though the loss is great, I'm so grateful you were part of my fate. Have you ever met an angel? Loving, helping, and comical? I have. I call her Aunt Diana, The one with whom serving is her main agenda. Dear Aunt Diana, please rest in peace. Now and forever your suffering ceased. I love you much and shall miss you dearly ... Or rather ... I should say, I miss you already
Strong are we, forged from the fire. Resilient are we, broken to bits. Powerful are we, left to fight on our own. Hard are we, betrayed after helping. Sturdy are we, left to crumble all alone. Happy are we, torn apart from within. Loving are we, who love with scarce return. All these are we, because we had to be.
My Enneagram scores tell me : I'm a perfectionist, a giver, an achiever and a challenger, An enthusiast and a seeker of knowledge... All these aspects of my life, I smile, kindly acknowledging the parts of me, that I know! Tell me something I don't know', I tell my love: "You are the cutest and bold and adorable, and crack dark jokes, love trees and tiny flowers and art , work for good causes, read a lot, and write even are kind and patient and witty your whole vibe is just so vibrant ... And when you smile when you're super happy melts my heart"
'My darling', I say, 'you say this because you love me and Love has tinged your vision of me!'
She chuckles softly, 'If this be untrue, let it be! There has to be a parallel universe where all of this is true!'
'A parallel universe it has to be, my love,' I say caressing her hair, 'Where our love is not a sin, Where people live in harmony with each other and mother nature is still blessing us! Where there is love in the air, not pollution, Where young ones aren't abused, bathed in acids Where we can be our true selves and be valued for it Where they are cherished and cared for, Where you, my love, are mine and only mine!'
'I am yours love, I'm still here, loving you, just as much!' she ghostly self whispers.