A woman in a village came to one of the scientists and thought she was a magician and asked him to do her a magical work so that her husband loves her love that no one sees with him in the world.
And because he is a magican and a teacher he told her that you are asking for something that is not easy, you asked for something great. Are you ready to bear the costs?
She said: Yes
He said to her: It is only if you can brought a hair from the neck of any lion I'll do what you want.
She said: oh. No lion.. ?
He said: Yes
She said, "How can I do that and the lion is a predatory animal and I am not sure that it will kill me? Is not there an easier and safer way..?
He said to her: You can not do what you want to got your husband love, then only this way will be suitable for what you want and if you think you will find the appropriate way to achieve the goal I'll do it for you.
The woman went to her house and thinking about how to get that hair which required to that magically work, ofcurse she trust in this magician wisdom whom was told that the lion does not prey unless it is hungry and must satisfy it until he can trust her,
shr tooks the advice and went to the forest near them and began to throw the lion a big part from meat and move away and continued to throw the meat until the lion was drawn and numbered with time.
And every time she approached him a little until the day came that the lion extends next to her and he does not doubt her love for him and put her hand on his head and took a wipe on his hair and neck with all tenderness
And while the lion in this enjoy and relax it was not difficult to take the woman hair quietly and once she felt the trust of the hair even rushed to the magician... to give it and joy fills itself as the angel who will sit in the heart of her husband and forever he will obey and adore her.. When the magician saw the hair, he asked her: What did you do so you could get this hair?
She explained to him a plan to feed the lion with tenderness, and how she got the lion trust through time, which summarized the knowledge of the entrance to the heart of the lion first and the abdomen and then continue and patience until that time to pick fruit and got that requires hair.
Then the magician said to her:
O God, your husband is no more ferocious than the lion! Didn't you knew that.. Go,
Do with your husband like you did with the lion.
You know the entrance to his heart and his hunger and despair and put the plan for that and be patient..
The end.
My words will fight for me on my behalf. They charge at you with full force no hesitation;
Be prepared to be cut, bruised, wounded;
Be prepared to be lifeless; they’re ready to never stop
But then
I have nothing to say
Oh no…
I have… nothing to say..
Oh no...
I hate the way I love you.
No more games, or melting into fantasies. Just the shame, our love drowns in seas.
Seas of fear, regret, and doubt.
We will never get, a way out.
No imagining pain away, this is completely real.
Now every single day, happy we barely feel.
Does love turns to hate, within a short second. Is it our fate, to end up in hell not heaven gate.
Fear is our boss, we can't help but obey. It leads us, to waste or days.
Insanity we plead, when fear turns to poisonous hate.
Fear is a disease, we should have known right away. Our minds are no longer ours while in shame it's to our heart obey..
I sit in the corner, depression im bleeding. I sit in the corner, barely breathing.
People stare, they don't admit.
People stare, they laugh at the slits. They don't know how it feels, the pain inside.
They don't know how it feels, to want suicide. When I am gone,
cause the slits went to deep.
When I am gone, the will pretend to cry and weep.
Even though deep inside, they know if they would've helped.
Even though deep inside, I would have stopped if they cared.
I guess it's too late.
In a beautiful butterfly,
Your face comes so true to me.
Through a pretty butterfly
You come flying so serene into me.
As the tiny wings flutter
I watch with love and joy
and wonder how it could be
that I see your face coming to me.
With beauty and grace
you perch among the flowers
as if searching for a special place.
Oh if I could only turn my heart
into a bed of flowers
for you to fly and hide
and secretly whisper to me
with fluttering wings how you love me.
Warm and kind is our friendship
so rare like a beautiful butterfly.
Welcome to my garden of happy thoughts
where butterflies fly along
the paths of lovely flowers.
You are so special in my life.
So innocent and pure is our friendship.
I care for you with a heart full of joy.
You are mine, I love you.
God, help me not to be possessive.
Love is freedom in true sense.
Possession is selfishness.
God, help me not to be possessive.
(When we fall in love, we think love is possessing the other. It takes time and maturity to realize that real love is freedom and never possessive. So we do experience divinity in selfless love).
