The Majesty of Love
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I started believing in magic as a young woman and set out on a quest to find an enchanted life mate. One as sensual as a willow in a warm mist, with inner peace and strength like a majestic redwood. Someone who when facing the fiercest winds would not bend or break. One who would dance with me long after the music stopped. A playmate who would hopscotch with me in the sweet spring rain and chase me barefoot through rich green summer country meadows and roll with me down long wildflower covered hillsides. A perfect friend to make me clover crowns and daisy chain ankle bracelets. A handsome muscular man to rake up huge drifts of autumn leaves so we could run, jump and tumble in their luxurious and inviting warm colors. A romantic to share a picnic by the fireside during snowy winter storms. A special, noble, wise soul capable of handling tough decisions, keeping us forever honest and humble while illuminating my nights with his marvelous mystical charm. My friends and family thought I was a dreamer and ever so silly and then I introduced you to them.