Was it always like this? I don’t remember.

Was it always like a drug I can’t get enough of just to hold you, to touch you, to feel you?

A hug, and with you it feels so right, with you it feels like I never want to leave your arms, or to have you leave mine

Maybe its because I used to have this all the time, every day I could look forward to your touch. Everyday I got to feel you, and really many of the touches are touches I’ve had before, but now when you hold me, it’s different…

I never remember your touch feeling like this before, and I wonder, do you?

I’m hopeless over you, and it’s just a little scary

above art by the oh-so-talented terry moore, his amazing artwork can be found at

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Love is the key to Magic

To me that means that means so many things, it means that love is magic, that in itself love is a magical happening, and when you consider how amazing love is, how can you deny it?
It also means that love opens your heart to the magic of the world, that you can see so much more of the world with love by your side.
Andif magic does exist, that it is powered by love, if you think of Wicca, one of the most important rule is that of threefold return, and what could that be powered by if not love, love of your sisters and love for this world and all that exist in it.

But love is of course so very complex, and there is not just one love. I have a great many loves, and not two of my loves are the same.

The love of my partner, is a love that includes all of him and everything he does, it means that I accept him as he is, and expect the same for him, that I will be there for him regardless of what comes, I will stand by his side, and I know he would do the same. We fight and we love and that makes our love all the stronger to us.

The love of my lover, is a love that has burned far longer and even deeper than that of my partner, a far more confusing love, and different in a way that I can feel from my soul. It is a love that, apart from the love of my family and animals is the longest love I have ever experienced, and I know will continue all my life, regardless, once you have loved someone like that, part of it will always continue on. She is my love in all ways, and that is why I can call her my lover.

The love of my sister, is a love that means I would do anything for her, I would egg her enemies house for her, but it comes hand in hand with the understanding that she annoys me, and I annoy her, and its all part of the deal of loving my sister.

The love of my friend, or friends as there is no one person I am thinking of now, but of all the people who I give my love to who are my friends, and I do love them, there is a part of my heart that is especially for them. I hurt when they hurt, and I’m happy when they’re happy, I worry when I see them and cant help them, and I rejoice when I see that they are happy, or have overcome something in their life. It doesn’t take much for me to give my love to someone, and I like that.

The love of my animals, is a love that comes from being with them a lot, and caring for them, these animals rely on you, and you should never let them down. And animals will always be ready to give you their love in return, as shown by a cat sleeping with you all day when you’re sick, or a dog always running up to be beside you and lick you hand, the horse who will just stand there and nudge you gently, putting their head to your heart, animals love, and I feel that is a love you should treasure as well.

My life is full of a great many loves, and many great loves, and I love it that way