Ritual To My Soulmate Poem by K J

Ritual To My Soulmate



Blessed is she who comes forth to me to be found, as I have been waiting to find her.

Blessed is she who comes forth to me, filled with pain, for she will be relieved and comforted and endure pain nevermore.

Blessed is she who puts all faith and belief in me, for she will be rewarded with my faith and belief in her and endure Genuine, Eternal Love.

Blessed is she who preserves all loyalty, for my entire loyalty will be given unto her.

Blessed is she who has not given up hope or patience, as it shall pay off.

Blessed is she who comes forth to me as weakened, for she will be strengthened.

As I drink this red wine, may I be drinking the blood of her flesh and soul.
: : drinks red wine: :

As I drink this white wine, may I be drinking the sweat and water of her soul.
: : drinks white wine: :

As I drink this salted water, may I be drinking the tears she cries from her pain and loneliness.: : drinks water: :

When we meet one day,
Her blood will become my blood,
Her sweat will become my sweat,
Her flesh will become my flesh.

Our bodies shall become one another’s instrument,
Our souls shall become one with each other,
And our souls shall mirror each other’s love.

Her Pain shall be my Pain,
Her Pain shall be healed by me,
It shall return to her as Pleasure,
Her Pleasure shall be my Pleasure,
Her Comfort shall be my Comfort,

Lies shall not exist, for to tell her any lies would be to lie against my own flesh and soul.

Abuse shall not exist, for abusing her would be to inflict abuse against my own flesh and soul.

Supreme Loyalty shall prevail for eternity, for disloyalty is inefficient and is a shortfall of Genuine Love.

Her Garden, it remains empty and lonely. My Love will be the roses for her Garden.

May the drinking of this wine and water serve true to the connection of her soul, and let it bring her closer to me, wherever she may be at this moment. Let it comfort her soul and keep her faith strong.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Buried Alive 03 July 2011

Only under the Red Moon can she return to you in the manner you so prescribe, only when the truth rains red in the crimson glow of THE RED MOON

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