“She kneeled in front of him and drank away the teardrops, that was the power she held with her healing aura.”

She is the lighthouse that guards the ship, the shore, the sea of his life, without her, there is no him.

Her end was her beginning, and her every new start was the end to her old version.

She wanted him to touch her velvety plush and blossom core, till she moans out words of prose and poetry.

Her thunders, storms, lightning, are destructive or life-giving but it all depends on who is standing in front of her.

She wish to read the minds of those who smiled wickedly at her, let her be the wolf to devour madness.

She is a woman, with softness in her smiles and pores but a steel firm core that is an epitome of strength.

Will you cherish me or ravish me with your wildness, if you were to know who I am in reality?

She stood at the tip of obstacles, but never blind to the light of faith.

It pains to be insulted every time you breathe when I am your oxygen but you have to wish to breathe.

I look at the lines around his eyes, they are my road map to my happiness.

She had a precious light in her heart, that kept him alive in the moments he desired death, she was his savior.

This life is no less than a war for power, will you be kind enough to let me rule you, Oh my Mind?

He had her scent seeping out of pores.

I look at the mirror today and see the woman I am transforming to be, beyond measure and just wow.

She is a woman that senses the power of emotions through her core that are deep sensual triggers.

She is a she wolf, in the body of a queen, conquer and warrior with the flight of the phoenix and enveloped in the aura of shield and sword.

Only the wounded healer can truly heal. (97)

The natural force within each of us is that greatest healer of all.

Natural forces within us are the true healers of disease.

St. Francis of Assisi taught me that there is a wound in the Creation and that the greatest use we could make of our lives was to ask to be made a healer of it.

We should all visit the sick. When they are in sorrow and suffering, it is a real help and benefit to have a friend come.

People were taken from Africa, among them healers and priests, and were made into slaves.

Happiness is a great healer to those who are ill….This has a greater effect than the remedy itself. You must always have this thought of love and affection when you visit the ailing and afflicted.