Love and its inner wounds or its inner magic domes

Dear all,

I have been reading you for months, each with its own entourage of joy but also of lost bearings and of love when the other turns away or resists your beloved, whether male or female

So many wrong turns or false appearances…

Perhaps we could repaint this with real colors, those that only wait to bloom differently within us.

I would like to place my hand on this false notion of love and share with you my feelings or discoveries about this aspect that makes it mutable and fragile at the same time, yet immensely powerful in the rebirth of the word “to love.”

There is no bad destiny or beneficial destiny,

With every word we devote to love, we discover the strength of life, and life never dies; it is the situation that dies, and often this is necessary for new shoots to grow.

If the plant does not produce new shoots or new buds, it will die, and often the cause is not the plant itself, but the soil in which it is located, which is sterile and will constrain the roots until they rot.

The earth is vast, and the soil of love deserves that we accept choosing the right ingredients for its initial enrichment…

To love is to accept choosing fertile soil rather than dead soil…

Take up your pens, if you wish, or simply, beyond the rational or the irrational, understand that you choose to make things sweet or unhappy in this regard

For those who do not wish to discuss personal matters on the forum, they can do so via private message; however, I will respond on the forum for part of it using a quatrain, the form used notably by Nostradamus and other peers…

Best regards
Lollipop

Hello Lolly pop!

Every encounter goes through the verb “to love” “to appreciate”
"to respect" and "to desire"
The road of our romantic destiny goes through ups and downs, but love, whether short-lived or long-lasting, is always a magical and unique moment!

Best regards
The magician.

Yes Magic,

That is correct.

It’s just nice that you say it; who knows, it might help those who want to understand the reasons behind the end of a relationship.

Because cards or any other media do not allow one to understand and transform this into benefit and new energy within oneself

Tears are useless if we do not grasp the benefit of every encounter, as well as its eventual end, should that be dictated by one’s own capacity to move forward…

Best regards

Lollipop

Hello,
I'll leave it to you to talk and laugh about this subject.
I decided to keep my thoughts to myself; it's better that way for everyone.
claudiac

Thank you Nefertiti

Hello Lolly

I have this understanding, but I am lost with my feelings; I am so detached to stop suffering that I no longer have any reference points.

I know how to love and give everything, but at the same time, I tell myself in my head that all of this will stop all of a sudden, so I always love with a part of me telling me that nothing lasts.

Thank you, Lolly, for these moments of self-reflection.

With affection

KAINA

Dear Kaina,

You are now, in your words, putting forward what is problematic so that this lasts…

Would you like me to talk to you about it on the forum or via private message? I respect your privacy; I will post the outcome of this on the forum afterward in a quatrain.

Tell me your choice

I have deep respect for you because you are a remarkable woman.

I'm kissing you

lollipop

Hey

No matter how a relationship ends, what matters is having known it. They are magical moments like a pearl on a string.

So let us keep our senses awake, let our lips speak, let this sweet perfume envelop us, for these shared moments are a pause in tenderness.

And to have been able, along the way, to love and keep that in the warmth of one's heart.

Tenderly from me to you
Cab (the little repdom)

Hello Lolly

I'd prefer the answer in a more intimate DM.

Thank you again, my wonderful lolly

affectionately
price

Hello Lolly

I’d prefer the answer in a more intimate DM.

Thank you again, my wonderful lolly

affectionately
Kaina :-*

Hi Lolly

Oh yes, to love, what a beautiful word,
Complicity, appreciation, listening to the other, and so many other things are the very definition of the verb itself. Everyone desires it.
, shapes it, receives it, gives it,
I like to love, I love, but sometimes I get the impression that people can't love me for who I am. I'm talking about a man-woman relationship, of course, but I keep loving anyway; there's nothing more beautiful than being able to give. Maybe it's due to the compassion I have, I don't know.
Tenderness to you,
Marylena

Where I come from, I'm known for making flowers grow on asphalt.

It happens that I plant in the wrong spot; I don’t always know in advance what its needs are, and sometimes even when I do, I plant it anyway. However, I know I’ll have to put in extra effort to keep it alive—adding compost, peat moss, and sand.
It also happens that the substrate is too rich, that there is too much or not enough water.
We must not refrain from cultivating for fear of not succeeding.
I can't count the losses anymore. I still love gardening.
I succeed more often than not.

Love is like a plant; everything depends on the care, the time, and the effort we dedicate to it. Sometimes too much, sometimes not enough.

Each plant has its own needs.

   (extrais d'une chansson de la F.F.)

Life is just a test and all situations are complex, so we think, …, as we love and as we wish…

Why Nefertiti?
Sure, I’m passionate about ancient Egypt, but talking about Nefertiti? … Don’t exaggerate. :-X

Love of a day
Love always!!!

I want to love you without holding on
To appreciate you without judging you,
To join you without intruding on you
To invite you without pressing
To let you go without guilt,
Critiquing you without blaming you
To help you without diminishing you!
If you want to grant me the same thing, then we can meet and enrich each other” (Virginia Satir)

Best regards
With love

Good evening, Mamyol!

Love is a spiral that leads us onto the merry-go-round of hope, joy, sadness, remorse, reconciliations, laughter, and tears, but no one will ever tire of riding the merry-go-round of love, for it is magical.

Best regards
The magician.

I just wanted to share it with you

The Island of Feelings

Once upon a time, there was an island where all the different feelings
lived: Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, as well as all the
others, including Love.

Un jour on annonça aux sentiments que l'île allait couler.

So they prepared all their boats and set off.

Seul l'Amour resta.

L'Amour voulait rester jusqu'au dernier moment.

When the island was on the verge of sinking, Love decided to call
the help.

La Richesse passait à côté de l'Amour dans un luxueux bateau.

L'Amour lui dit, "Richesse, peux-tu m'emmener?"

"Non car il y a beaucoup d'argent et d'or sur mon bateau. Je n'ai pas

room for you."

L'Amour decida alors de demander à l'Orgueil, qui passait aussi

In a magnificent vessel, “Pride, help me, please!”
I cannot help you, Love. You are all wet and you might
damage my boat.”

La Tristesse étant à côté, l'Amour lui demanda, "Tristesse,

Let me come with you.

"Ooh... Amour, je suis tellement triste que j'ai besoin d'être

alone!"

Le Bonheur passa aussi à coté de l'Amour, mais il était si heureux

that he should not even hear Love calling him!

Soudain, une voix dit, "Viens Amour, je te prends avec moi."

It was an old man who had spoken.

L'Amour se sentit si reconnaissant et plein de joie qu'il en oublia

to ask the old man for his name. When they reached the shore
The old man left.

L'Amour réalisa combien il lui devait et demanda au Savoir

"Qui m'a aidé ?"

"C'était le Temps" repondit le Savoir.

"Le Temps ?" s'interrogea l'Amour.

"Mais pourquoi le Temps m'a-t-il aidé ?"

 Le Savoir, sourit plein de sagesse, et répondit :

"C'est parce que Seul le Temps est capable de comprendre combien

Love is important in life.

(story proposed by Christian Boucher)

For all of you who believe in true love

MARIE

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Hello Marie,
Very nice. Thank you very much.
ClaudiaC

Hello Marie,

What a lovely text about feelings you share with us. It's a treat, full of happiness and love to share.
Big kisses

Marylena

Love is a beautiful flower with a wonderful scent.
This flower must not wilt; it must grow and become more beautiful.

Every day, she needs your attention, your care, she needs to be watered and fed.

A couple's love is like a fragile flower that must be constantly nurtured, protected, and made to grow.