Inspired toward my destiny, the sun shines on me – another man thus far I have not met.
His crown shoots out diamonds, brilliantly clear.
His third eye, like a topaz, warm and alluring.
His soul and mine dance - we're bound regardless of the outcome.
Creativity, again gleams like a diamond with a dove, fly to me….
His heart was cloudy from the pains of yesterday, but my tears became the rain that melted the clouds so that his heart, once more, shines like the sun.
Personal power is his diamond, he is a solitary man. Yes he is, exceptional and misunderstood.
Sexual power is purple, royal and loyal. He is genuine.
His root is sand – I cannot tell if he is desert or beach. My hope is beach - next to my water.
