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Is there anything deeper in life?

She creates beauty with fire.

She acts in the image of my Creator.

She speaks with words from my Creator.

She fuels a deep love, a deep longing.

She creates beauty from her magic heart.

She is more powerful than my Creator.

She feeds my love and my passion,

She makes my heart swell in goodness.

There is no greater power.

The power pulls me to her.

She speaks to me as if my Creator

Were speaking and granting

Eternal happiness,

Eternal fire with my soul mate,

Love for a woman

Who knows all of life,

Who knows pain,

Who promises to protect me,

Who promises to see every

Part of me just as my Creator does,

Who promises to love every part.

She is life.

She is love.

I can’t have her and this is life.

She could fly me away to pure joy.

I long to play in that fire,

But I compulsively need lines and chains.

My heart is filled with those female creators,

Loving creators who are all there ever is to life,

But I seek my sterile pathway.

My Creator does not want freedom for me.

My Creator does not want me to create,

But oh, how my Creator has blessed

Those female creators who

Shine big fire on me.

I long for the heat of all of them,

But I stay safely away from the fires.

I have my fuel for the fires

It is stifled with wool blankets,

And heavy chains,

And thick boundary lines.

And I am tortured with worthlessness.

I am safe, so far away from the fire of love.

I stick to my chains, remain sterile and empty.

Am I dead?

Dreaded, frozen,

And suffocated

In the Hell