N.Z.L. ... the bride of Liiva ...

And all my days are trances And all my nightly dreams Are there thy dark eye glances And there thy footstep gleams In that ethereal dances, By what eternal streams. (Edgar Allan Poe) ... To really describe oneselfThe words are like the finger puppets but we must make sure that the puppets are on the right fingers. Now I try to put every word in order. This surreal life outside me and the trances in my soul plays Hermes. Just like guiding Dante in Hell and Heaven. I know that this spontenous flow of words will take me to where I want.Now I decided to be mine before my man discovers me. This means I will let myself to be yours soon but first I need to keep my promises and let my soul talk. Talk to me my soul... Bring back my nightly dreams. The dreams that I sometimes freeze and burn in the middle of a nightmare. All these pinky words shine on my soul. Can we burn and light the fires of love again? Can two dark forests love each other? The enlightened side of me still believes in love. That is why you are in my life Johan Liiva. Stand still. Let the ethereal wind blow above your head and fly your naturally blond but raven-black hair now. I am not interested in failures. But I do believe in death. If somethings dead it is not a failure. We should have the virtue of not to turn back to old memories. Never say I need you just feel me deeply. To need someone is a mutual lie. I dont want to be yours as long as you and I need each other mutually. Since all the mutual things end up with one sides glory. I want to be yours as a long lasting miracle that never fades. I want to be yours as a sign of holiness and I want a divine love that lasts forever even all the bridges are burnt. Never afraid my love. These words are spoken by heart. We are closely together in our parallel travel of love and life. All the mystic coincidences are on the right place. Its me and you now. You touched my soul with the golden love potion on your finger tips. And this is the way we shine. This the way we complete our halfs.This nude love is protected tightly by the angel arrows. Now I can scream out this clear love as you do my king of Blessed Kindom Your queen...