Love, love changes everything, hands and faces, earth and sky Love, love changes everything How you live and how you die Love, can make the summer fly Or a night seem like a lifetime Yes love, love changes everything Now I tremble at your name Nothing in the world will ever be the same
Love, love changes everything Days are longer, words mean more Love, love changes everything Pain is deeper, than before
Love, will turn your world around And that world will last forever Yes, love, love changes everything Brings you glory, brings you shame Nothing in the world will ever be the same Off into the world we go Planning futures, shaping years Love bursts in and suddenly All our wisdom disappears Love, makes fools of everyone All the rules we make are broken Yes, love, love changes everyone, live or perish, in its flame Love will never ever let you be the same Love will never ever let you be the same
Today is April 11th, the Full Moon is a little over a week away. I am seeing signs of his presence everywhere I go and even in my dreams. It was so real, so passionate, and so magical. I feel him so close, yet so far. Oh how much I miss him, his energy, his divine masculine existence that no other man I know has and no other man can compare. Even though we are not together in the physical, I feel it deep down in my heart that we are meant to be together and will be together when GOD has decided so. There was a reason for our separation. We each have to part ways so that we can heal, learn, and grow within ourselves.
I had a little bit of an emotional start to my day this morning and a conversation with a very dear and wise Goddess adviser in my life uplifted me, gave me hope and strength, and she reminded me of this beautiful love poem written by Elizabeth Barrett Browning to her husband, Robert Browning during the Victorian Era in which I have by my bedside table. The verses in bold are of significance to he and I.
I Love You
I love you not only for what you are but for what I am when I’m with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself but what you are making of me;
I love you for putting your hand into my heaped up heart and passing over all the foolish weak things you can’t help dimly seeing there, and drawing out in the light all the beautiful belongings that no one else had looked quite far enough to find;
I love you because you are helping me to make of the lumber of my life not a tavern but a temple, out of the work of my every day life not a reproach but a song.
I love you because you have done more than any creed could have done to make me good and more than any fate could have done to make me happy;
You have done it without a touch, without a word, without a sigh;
You have done it by being yourself. Perhaps that is what being a friend means, after all.
And he has done it without much effort and by simply being him.
This is more than just a friendship. It is a spiritual bond, a deep soul-connection, a pure and eternal sacred love that no other can ever replace. I love him because he brings out the Goddess in me, the Goddess that I was meant to be. I love him because he is my divine masculine match. And I love him because he is LOVE in a man.