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Review of Dreams of Love

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Thank you  ~ MaryAnn Koopmann

“Completely different writing styles complement each other beautifully to form a flow of positive consciousness that is sure to brighten anyone’s day. The poetry in here was the absolute best to delve into. The romance poet in this book really knows her romance.

Mostly, this is beautiful creative writing with a sensual theme. There is a nurturing quality to the lust, a beautiful connection between souls and an almost spiritual element in the union of lovers in a comforting embrace and heartfelt connection.

I found many of these poems were dipped in pleasure, but still retained an element of comfort. This is the type of book you can read at night before you go to bed and it may even produce beautiful dreams of the person you love.

She is a master at creating stories around life’s human experiences of hopes, dreams, disappointments, regret, and tragedy. She writes through the eyes and ears of each of her characters with clarity and vision.”

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It’s Christmas time…

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It’s Christmas time; a good time as any other to be thankful for all we have.
To feel the joy and share in and expand on this love, and carry it with us onwards as the new year goes by.
It is always better to be thankful, than bitter and sad, no matter the ailment.
And there is always something to be thankful for.
So thank you God, for my health, and life.
Blessings to all souls in the universe.
Merry Christmas!

Leaves of Grass

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I first read this poem in Paulo Coelho’s novel The Winner Stands Alone and I fell in love with it completely. Here I share it for you all to read:

Whoever you are holding me now in hand,
Without one thing all will be useless,
I give you fair warning before you attempt me further,
I am not what you supposed, but far different.

Who is he that would become my follower?
Who would sign himself a candidate for my affections?
The way is suspicious, the result uncertain, perhaps destructive,

You would have to give up all else, I alone would expect
to be your sole and exclusive standard,
Your novitiate would even then be long and exhausting,
The whole past theory of your life and all conformity to the lives
around you would have to be abandon’d,
Therefore release me now before troubling yourself any further,
let go your hand from my shoulders,
Put me down and depart on your way.

~ Walt Whitman

I fell in love with an Ape

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His name is Caesar, from Rise of the Planet of the Apes.

Wow, what a movie. I loved it!

The story was fantastic, and so was Caesar.

I loved his expressive and powerful eyes and his brave will to fight for justice. My heart connected with his.

Wonderful acting Caesar!

I strongly recommend it for anyone who wants to watch a good movie.

They say love is blind… Tis True!

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Lover’s Den

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Dante Alighieri’s Paradise. Illustrated by Gustave Doré

A bright sun radiates and shines, warming their skin as they walk on the sand, hand in hand. Bare feet, rhythmic steps, in tune with each other, watching the waves dance and sing a melodic tune that plays God’s symphony.

Eros looks at Amora as she looks out to the horizon, the endless tranquil horizon. Curious thoughts pass through his mind. What is she thinking about so deep in her thoughts? What is so important to her? Is she not happy with all the love I give her? What more could anybody want besides the full devotion of a loved one?

Amora smiles, sensing his attention on her, turns around and looks at him. He smiles at her beautiful face; their hearts smile along. Enamored by his beauty, she kisses the lips, decorating his entire face in her loving kisses. Eros seizes her pulling her close, squeezing her body against his and giving her the longest kiss. In love, they smile and continue walking down the ocean shore.

Amora looks at Eros, looking out into the distance, curious thoughts pass through her head. What is my love thinking about? Is there anyone else in his heart besides me? Why is he so distant sometimes? Can’t he see how much I love him? He looks at her before she finishes her thought, sweeps her, lifting her up, and spins her with the music in the air. She runs to the water as he puts her down, looking back at Eros, beckoning his call.

The water caresses her feet, sending cold chills to her spine. Eros runs after Amora in a chase, splashing through the water in desperate anticipation—running and playing, so free and wild, smiling and laughing, in each other’s hearts. Lost in a space without limits or walls, recreating the dream in their souls of their first encounter. Without hesitation, he charges to her, capturing her in a frenzy, forcing her to the ground, pinning her down.

The waves wash over them, bathing their clothes and skin in cool caresses. The sun sets in her hair, shimmering rays reflect off her face. He kisses her neck, her chest, hearing the pounding of her heart screaming the sounds of her love that resonate through his lips into his heart.

Engulfed in warmth and wetness, their bodies vibrate to each other’s sounds. He glimpses at her dreamy face, off in a distant place. He wonders why she’s in a daze, what mazes her face, just as she looks at his face, “I love you” she says. “I love you” he says, embracing each other as the earth embraces them in their love.

The sounds of those three magical words set their bodies into a symphony of love, drifting them into God’s aria, harmonizing endless musical masterpieces.

© 2013 Dreams of Love

God

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You often shine through the sunset,
I see you through the music
I feel you look at me from the light of the moon
you light up my path,
sometimes you confuse me.

You are so close.
now I know
Yes, I know.

Why did you pick me?
had I always known?
did I want it, really bad?
all is God,
good
God.

©1996

Children

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CREDITS: Dolce & Gabbana, Mariano Vivanco, Giampaolo Sgura

Children are the most amazing creatures.
Come about to explore, to play the game,

Life.

Children,
so free and playful
are still children when they die.

In old age
they are still young
still the same beings
going back to where they came from
for another beginning,
another chance
to quest for the eternal freedom
from bondage of the cycles of life and death.

©1996