My Heart
Smitten Heart

Cupid’s aim was true. His arrow was straight and his arm was strong. The clouds had parted and the air was still and calm. It was as if the sky had opened up to let the sun shine down brightly on his mark, the seeker’s intended. The universe blessed his arrow’s journey and she was ready.

Nearly two decades had prepared them for each other, although neither was aware of the other until that fateful day when Cupid came to play. He had tumbled and journeyed having many adventures. And she was adventurous in her own way, soaring with the clouds as she  dreamed in poems.

And then they came together on that day when all the groundwork had been laid and love was inevitable, inescapable. True love was as much a part of their identity as hair color or height. There was no escape, or even the desire to dodge and delay their destiny. Instead, Cupid with his arrow, guided the seeker to find his beloved and to prick her heart with a sharp and delicious puncture of love, a thorn of desire and fulfillment that would last a lifetime, and more.

She was charmed and he was smitten. Their love was as natural as the wind and as untamed as tumbleweeds dancing before the rain. And when the arrow pierced, she said, “I do” and he in turn promised, “I do”.

I am wishing you all, much much love!

Please come back tomorrow for a new “Weed Image of the Day” and let me know which ones you like.

We and our weeds are so much more than what we first appear to be.

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