Christopher Jay, My Lover
I wrote this poem about the love of my life, my lover through the end of time.
My dark haired blue eyed man! He was sent to me by GOD.
He is the only man I have ever submitted to.
He is my answered prayer, seriously i prayed for him and he appeared out of the blue!
I saw him before I ever met him, even when I was a child!
I still to this day tell him, dejavu, I remember seeing this instance of our life together.
Actually when I started writing this, I saw a vision of me writing this and knew how I felt and how he felt!
I knew him by the blue light that was shinning around him the first time I saw him outside the dream realm.
I was so afraid, but KNEW it was him only for the rest of my life!
NO MATTER WHAT LIFE HAD PLANNED FOR US! ! That was 7 years ago.
THERE WILL BE MANY MORE!
He gave me three beautiful daughters that we will raise and give to GOD!
He also takes care of my other two babies, they are his babies too we will be giving them to GOD as well.
He makes me feel like nobody has ever made me feel!
We think the same thoughts all the time. The only other person I have ever had a connection with like that is my twin brother and that is natural.
Our telepathy is so UN- NATURAL! IT IS PERFECT!
I WILL follow this man anywhere that he wants to go, even if he decided we were leaving tomorrow.
He is my king and I am his queen. I am his forever, I am made for him and he protects me.
His blue light keeps me from getting lost in the fog like I am prone to do.
It shines brightly and i know when I look toward him that he will always be there holding out his hand to me so I can grab it and walk beside him, his bride, forever and always! !
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