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The Warrior Drums of Her…

She came to me like warrior drums in the distance/

Love was on the march towards me/

Yet the rhythms were different/

Steady and true restoring the faith that love is persistent and constant/

Mute on any music that says otherwise/

Her love came to me seemingly random like the water that flows down the rocks of a waterfall/

Random however is not what it was/

Her love is by grand design/
It has purpose/

Fearless just like the water it floats on/

Fearless just like the drums that it pounds from/

Purposefully opening my heart to the glory of him~

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author/novelist/poet also known as Graffiti Bleu, loves and lives in northern California. He was born in New York City and received some serious game and [learn more]

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  1. And as the drums pounded on
    She was transported to another place
    A Sacred space
    For her
    And him
    A space made with the love of their heart strings
    They sing a song
    That none other can hear
    For it is spoken in sweet kisses, soft touches, and joint dreams
    <3

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