Thesaurus

He is a pillow of kindness pre-eminently in use for her soothing recline, and yet, even that is not the complete of it. Many awakened moments has he dreamed of a special woman who would flower his life and not an hour of recall has he waver in this thinking that his dream would eventually come true. The long haul is littered with the scattered remains of broken expectations that at the time seemed to be more than they actually were in the beginning but altogether came to an imperial knot as days came and went. And then there are those times of inexplicable blindness when reality eclipsed the dream in which he was so far removed from rational thought that the fear of lost expunged the fulfillment of the dream that was slowly coming into bloom. He is a caressing vapor lighting gently upon her that soothes and moisturizes her skin, and yet, that is only one touch that he garnishes onto her from within. He has fashioned in his mind not the ideal but the woman who can both be his lover and his best friend and if this is a comportment of ideal then, so be that as it is, so long as the encounter is a winning one for the both of them.

She is a weigh that levels his balance, and even yet that is not the whole of it. On occasions she has been moved by factors that closely resembles the nudging of her heart only to find that emotions cannot always be trusted as a clear concise mark. Broken down and abandoned vehicles are an unsightly array of debris littered along her roadway. Some of this roadside clutter worked fine for a time only to break apart when the temperature got hot. With her, having a mate did not preoccupy her daily dreams yet the dream was plainly evident for her innermost desires to see and realizing the dream was always a quiet note playing softly in her heart that spoke tenderly to her even when she had no concept of the source. She is his conduit to the rising and at her pinnacle she is really very down to earth if down to earth refers to being considerate, passionate, sweet and polite, which all the more makes a relationship between them one of luster and meaning that has a very good chance of lasting for a very long time.

The number of his name is over seven billion deaths and to he and she who have the discernment of wisdom let him and her understand this number and this name. The multitude will disappear without a trace but those that are spared will enter into a glorious new age that will last until the conclusion of the present phase. The number is six years, six months on the sixth hour will the world be turned and the landmasses of it will be purged. The name is the first to be accused without hope of pardon that over time has enslaved many like so many links in a knotted chain. The number of his name is, and if left to his own devises not a single life would be saved. Those who are left are fallen links in the chain that by love have been broken off and taken away. The multitude will vanish in the blink of an eye and where they reappear will be worst than any human mind can contrive. The name is the seventh dimension minus one plus six and six more that are never to come and this is the total sum of the pile of lies that stole the dazzling from the sun.

He is a lovely voice speaking often to her and the words that she hears are like music to her ears. Words that explain just how vague was his dreams when the reality of solidified carbon based particles bore the fruit of woman and that woman became apart of his life and how this new area of his life left the dream homeless and stranded with its former owner no longer willing to claim it. She took ownership of her emotions and no longer allowed her actions to be controlled by them and when she took the mindset to accord herself of this frame of thought she saw so much better improvements in her judgment and choices, so that when the man came there was very little question as to thoughts versus feelings or emotions versus desires and needs. He is her drink of water from a golden cup that is dipped from a crystal spring with the content of the spring being her kiss on his lips. This kiss is not the answer to his dreams because his dreams could never have manifest the feel and the touch of so soft and so warm that is realized in her because a dream is no place near the joy of being of a single mind with her which he is now conformed by her loving embrace.