Blend With Love, Over And Over Again !

Speak to me latter, and let me read it now, any-how. Speak to me, and maybe be my own best-seller unto myself to cuddle with for a time.

Speak to change me, that I may change another, beyond 8 to12hrs. sleep. Let my words be willing to be mixed with theirs, even when our bodies can't seem to get along.

Let the song be sang, from the double-hearted sides of each. Let the yes you can, and no you can't, be-come as one. Put the half apple to cuddle close against the kiss of the lemon's best of taste.

To get along some-how of some-way, in at least parts with grace that follows from both sides of the song. To say, "We've sang all that can be sung, and then exclude this protruding love, is more than foolishness of talent, to say the least".

It's not just taking the lead and running the race, with 50 when you could have so much more. To win alone, with opportunities of love, not fully spoken of, so as to be used together best, is worse than a waste of time. Follow through should have the most leadership potentials.

The races in love should have many winners, even if of different types, in the so called spices, of varieties mix, and then we mix again, as life goes beyond the so called win, and the finish line alone at times said to be best.

Who said, "That only one can win though", when the fuller love speaks, of future, past, present and eternity?

Full to over-flow, speak to us, of this love beyond spilled milk. Wake us up from slumber of which has eyes wide-open. Womb us up in line and in tune with, new-births that have more than even out-spoken's best possibilities. For to not be sure, is of the best faith offering, and character potential at times. To know and just choose of friendships so called best, in only of one, which is present, takes the taste from the potentials best of days that could have been better, than the so called win.

Like the rocks in of the so called one-way best. Don't like the snakes that come with those rocks! Don't like those days, I didn't come to trip to avoid the greater danger.

Like of you, for the likes of me, to be only half asleep, with eyes-wide open, but come to choose best for us both. To be fully awake may hinder us, if were too much into ourselves!

Speak to me of sleep on both sides not of the bed alone, but on both sides or more in love. Wake me up to tender natured thoughts, that lead me into both the darkest best, and offer light go togethers, that can even offer darkness to shine best.

I gazed upon the dark waters of the "Eve's" best, but not alone to be as so. There stood shadows lurking upon love's light, so as to more than cast its performing arts best. The actions of nature so doing in love alone, what man can't bring himself to, as refuse's best "go together" blends at times.

Speak to me natures best, and tell me what man should be saying best, and from the so called leader-ship platform. Before I vote least do anything, let me not forget to take a walk as I read see with nature's spirit of love, from those that have been there.

Life goes unnoticed but yet still is there like the wind. The soul cries out in so many ways beyond itself so as to reach another and go beyond the human kiss, so as to offer the best loving blend bend-over more than backwards best variety.

To think a-new in ways beyond myself, and yet accept maybe but only some of that which I may think I can't change alone, but yet be open to the rest that can blend perhaps, if I'm willing to share the song of love, for faith but not alone's best offering, at times.

To strengthen faith means to sing or what have you of your so called best to offer mine. To not be willing to blend, makes it impossible to gain the world. Should you gain the world with no soul of personality or what have you alone, "Is like unto a cook, that refuses to bring all the worlds food even already made to the table, not to mention the new blends that have opportunities best in the love to go from there."

Who would wish nor want to gain the world any other way but a fool perhaps, or someone who need's grace's help in the best of love's blending potentials of fullest possibilities even now?

To see beyond my eyes alone, and to maybe be the first to not only look, but really notice, so as to take hold of the blend in love best. If the humans don't get along, love has natures left-overs, so don't kill yourself !

Don't you just love "left-overs" that people never always leave beyond but yet have been there even beyond the earthly digs so called best. To grab hold of knowledge when it's at it's best, can only be done by the more than hands of man that made it come to be like unto the winds, north, east, west, and south and even then some!

To gain the world can't be done, and if you think you can, or will come to be said to have, "You may also be brought to force the so called feed, and silence the loving left-overs best in love, better than your original so called baker's best".

For to know what you have, still leaves even more room for left-overs yet unseen and of some seen, to blend together, beyond the hands of men's best efforts. To gain the so called world, when you didn't cook it up to begin with, and weren't even here of man so called kind, is to more than fool yourself best.

The name of the so called fool, may yet still be remembered, as you do remember the darkness even more than sunlight's best at times. The blending of both the so called fool, and the true fool ever-lasting unto ever-lasting needs no help to cook up a storm. What type of storm that's cooked up and perhaps again and again, is what matters.

To cook your so called goose, doesn't need your name involved least mentioned, to taste of the eat beyond one's mouth. To live and die best in so many ways so as to share the human beauties that have come upon us, but not alone, blending-wise or so called other-wise, as the unseen is there, yet still or not !