Touching Him with fingers, gently, melting down with their tops the coldness of His armour, my hand smoothly floating along the Crystal and infatuating my sight highly upwards, to His same crown. Glancing where the ring is, straight to heart. Facing in His clear rose water and deeply diving myself in the quest of Truth, which, they say, He carries inside. Together with Her, we are now part of the same fountain. She and He are one and drinking from Her to save myself from drowning in Him. Drying up, He is more igneous and liquefying me. Rivers, abounding of Wine, running through my veins, back to my ancestors. Some of them with dark-blue blood wielding power from golden thrones, and others with voluptuous lips of ruby braiding amber and copper in their hair. The lands of them, both close and distant, sometimes spreading in green, fragrant, lush, sometimes white with snow, huddling in drifts of silence. Shall be coming back, filling a new glass, emerging with the spiral flow from the depths onto the surface.
Even without the text is is perfect :) It looks fantastic! Wed, have you ever thought of working as a decorator? Or as a person who prepares the food for the pictures? Don't you think it would be the best profession for you?
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