Madame WEISS
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White Wounded
“Stephanie, please you must write me another poem, more rhymes,
It has been nearly two years and we are entering new mutual times.
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Your book and the world-record in love poems has just not been enough,
while our intensive half-physical relationship so far has truly been rough.
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I regret and wish I would have been able to treat you better,
I compensated in eating sweets and my belly grew fatter.
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I am trying to give you my gold,
making sure you are protected and don’t feel cold.
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I wish you on my side,
I am filled with pride.
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I am still trying to formulate the answer to THE physical question: “Do I love you or not?”,
I am physically opening up and trying to answer through my heart: “Maybe a lot!”
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Maybe we can somehow make it through,
one day in the physical rue.
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When our conflicts start to ease,
and our surrounding is more appeased.
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When we are able to forgive each other and build true trust,
and we clean up all this emotional dust.
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We speak telepathically though our heart,
which still needs healing after being ripped apart.
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All this long physical distance grew us somehow closer together,
and one day we might see more sunny bright weather.
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I am ready to invest,
but there is still a lot to digest.
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I built around me a high protection fence,
these strong love feelings came at a high expense.
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I was overwhelmed with the intensive degree of love I never felt before,
you truly opened my heart´s door.
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The way you treated me has often not been very kind,
I am trying to forgive, leaving it behind.
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It is not so easy I admit,
often being close to a painful split.
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You filled up your account of love your own unique way,
while I was scared of another betray.
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I learned how much love can handle until it breaks,
how much pain it takes.
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I am scared your intentions are not pure,
my heart is suffering, doubting and not sure.
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We somehow turn around in the last second before it is too late,
desiring a different mutual fate.
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I cannot resist your spiritual kiss,
your half-physical touch is giving me bliss.
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How this road will lead us, we will one day know,
the eternal now will show.
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Germany, 11.10.2024
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​Du wirst Dich irgendwann erinnern, vielleicht wenn es dunkel wird. Ich ehre den Weg den Du gewählt hast. Möge er Dich glücklich machen.
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