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The Box


It had sat for many years with its hinges coated with rust and a lock on it that was almost impregnable. The room that it set in had grown cold, but it must have seen light and warmth once for there were dead roses there with much dust gathered on them. The fireplace bore old ashes meaning that a fire was lit there once. The room was littered with unfinished works of art and poems of love. The room looked liked as though someone closed the door on a Friday and never came back.
There came to its’ door a beautiful lady, whose spirit seemed to fit the lock to the room door. She entered it knocking away the cobwebs and proceeded to assess her find. Her light showed brightly in the room. She took all the old unfinished works and placed them in the fireplace and started fire where none had been for a long time. She swept out all the old dust and cobwebs. She polished everything inside and made it gleam as never before. She even replaces all the roses with fresh cut ones from her garden of love. Finally in the corner she found the box. There she slowly removed the rust lovingly and great care. When she placed her finger soft and tenderly on the lock the lock fell open to her as if it had been waiting for her touch. Carefully and with some nervousness she slowly opened the old box. Finally open, it looked empty, but in the corner deep inside there was a tightly bound old wrapped package of warmth and love. Reaching in she gently picked it up and held it to her breast knowing it was now hers’. She could feel its faint beating as it came to life. Raising it to her sweet lips she breathed more life into it. The warmth and love responded quickly lighting the room and providing her with more warmth. It knew this was her room and it wanted her there forever. The love made it cozy for her and she knew this was her room and it was meant for her. She gladly accepted her newfound warmth and love for it was hers and it was given freely to her. She allowed it to enter her and remain forever. Her spirit as his had found where they belong. The room soon was soon filled with great works from love and to perfection unknown to it before. Oh, as for the box it never closed again, for the love and warmth that had been buried deep inside had found their home and it was with her and her tender care.
Thank You My Love for Finding the Box
Love LustfulOne
 
The Net of Gossamer

As I watch the evening sky and see Orion
the hunter. I to am a hunter, but with a net
of gossamer treads made from my heart.
My net of fine threads are threads of Love -
more then any man could, Honor - to place
you before others, Cherish - to treat you with
affection and tenderness, Truth - to never lie
to you, Respect - not to violate your wish,
Caring - to be there when you are ill, Growth -
to asist you in reaching your goals, Communication -
to listen when you talk, Humor - to cheer you when
you need it and don't, Inspire - to motivate you to
your best, Hugs - to hold you in my warmth, Kisses -
to strenghten each thread of the net. With my gossamer
net I hope to capture your heart my love.

ILOVE You
LustfulOne
 
Nope, I've never had that fantasy. It was too close to work. I was attempting a bit of humor. I guess it's too early in the day for that.

Well, it could be the I am the Janitor as I caught you bent over the table and have my way with you...:rose::kiss:
 
I thank you My Sweet Lady who's the keeper of Love's Flame..yes I am doing fine and I am happy you cared enough to ask....I hope hope you are doing just as well too.:rose::kiss:

*blush*

I am glad to hear, Poet, and I hope the week's end is how you wish it to be.... :kiss: :kiss: :kiss:
 
Hello "Lusty":kiss:
we are gonna have a long Wknd,so I better leave you lots of hugssss & :kiss:ssssss to tide you over :)
 
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