A Hundred Venuses

Overpowering magicians and sorcerers, holding the finger of God, You don’t fall in love by some slight of hand

It is our own gift of heart which propels us, with the force of a hundred Venuses into the lovers embrace

And when we conquer it, few are faster than ourselves to lose the race

The falling feeling can occur after having given love itself and being surprised as to its own depths as we spiral, the vortex of emotion abases us to descend new depths never thought possible, with gravity infinitely stronger than our earthly plane. Orgasmic in its tug on the heart strings. Deep calleth unto deep, and thus the souls do reap

We finally see where we are and realize we’re falling, we fell a long time ago. The observability took some time to catch up, but we’ve always been here and it took this mirror to show us where we belong in the grand scheme of things, but beyond that, what our soul of the soul calls for, and in turn, a knowing feeling of home.

What shouldn’t or wouldn’t you do, some how any cost is worth it.

Nowadays a thousand earths seem cheap.

It’s from الله