Howling wind through the trees in which hold the sounds of nature to echo forever on in this hidden plot of un tame land. confusing and misleading the wind can be, I hear faint whispers of her calling my name. As though she uses nature itself to reach me. our wiccan bonds to this earth it only makes sense. Hearts not constrained to mere physical awe. A sensation of adrenaline fills and warms my soul. Then melts my heart. Just the sound of her voice makes my heart beat on. Keeps my will strong. Helps me carry on. The hell on earth that has been endured has made me tough in body, soul, and mind. I no longer fear being confronted by the third mind still trapped in an immature and ignorant fantasy world, for he could strike me with all the rage of an army and I would remain standing unharmed. There is nothing that can break my will, or change my heart. For the love I feel is pure and true, and will never part. Bella mia for eternity. my heart and soul belong to thee.
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