A mild request

 
If I could still have my brave Atlantean patience, so that I could solve once and for all the problems of everyday life that seem lowly, I would certainly look for the One-Someone who - maybe - is just waiting for me.

From the heavenly joys of women's faces, I would take a true pearl as a comforting gift. Still, it would be a great blessing if, instead of unnecessarily showering and demanding words, the interpretation was embedded in the ancestral speech of looks: How much do I love you?

The heavy weight of the leaden tests we experienced together would not weigh down or torment our faithful hearts, because it would be created and supplemented by the immortal flame of eternal and holy trust and agreement.

The self-devouring poison of agonizing self-accusations should not plant envious, murderous jealousy, slanderous accusations in the souls of any of us. While one half of our heart is selfish with good intentions, the self-absorbing melody of loyalty still pulsates in the other.

Those who truly and sincerely love measure each other. And if, in the twilight of our life, a hollow unevenness will melt into itself; it will be known that the ash-imprints of our heart cups will still beat and pulsate invisibly at the same time in two recovered dust pods.

The necessity of a large circulation can always be influenced anyway. We were created to suffer and love until we can be loved, like eternally busy and restless children, for whom the basic formula of unconditional and selfless emotions is still a complicated, unclear basic concept. Halfway between two caresses, the unruly heart-mirror can get involved in small-style battles of winner and loser!