I have walked for what seems centuries in this my forest of Shadowlands. Ages seem to pass by without even a notion that it has gone.. I know every tree and fern and flower sweet in this tranquil haven.. Every creature a friend but none too close to speak of. Off they go and prepare to mate, the natural round of things. Courtship is a noisy affair, and the air is filled with myriad sounds. Stags bellowing thier call, announcing he is king..!! Nature a cacophony of sound..And how many times have I ventured to this sacred lake.. A lake of longings to be fulfilled, by loves embrace and loves tender touch..? Aye, too many years have I spent, staring into emerald pools and lakes made of crystal.. Always beckoning me to wait, patiently.. To my surprise an angel at first thought my eyes did bid me see.. But I saw no wings or angel dust on the ground.. A beautiful maid, naked, shivering on the bank of the Lake. Eyes cast to the ground.. Almost afraid to feel the gentle zephyrs breeze caressing her fragile skin. I hardly dare to intrude lest in my haste she should once more dissappear from my view.. One step at a time, slowly but with purpose I did approach.. She hastened upon me a fleetful look and looked back at the ground.. I took courage and with a deep breath to hold me strong, I knelt before her, words not now known to me fell from my mouth. Bless my eyes as she looked into mine, emerald eyes swirlig like whirlpools, drawing me in...
"It has been an age and a time...I have always known you were here.. here in this sacred place, always there, waiting for the right time, I have found you for whom my soul cries out to every night to the Moon my Mother.. And She has heard my prayer.. You are not an angel, you are My Lady of the Lake.."
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are you kidding me again this may be an old journal so far but this is amazing i love itit is very romantic alright such beautiful words to decribe it i like long walks on the beach at night talking to your wife or girlfriend and a really good date would either be clubbing with no drinking or if she is the type a nice candle light dinner at home and an expensive restraunt but this is very visual and very very great simply amazing i like the way you used such a simple thing and came up with this great journal keep the mcoming -
Wow! How romantic! You have such a way of writing!!!
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