Just Let It Be.
Sweet life,
I am the part of you
that never doubts your goodness.
I am the ancient knowing
Strong,
heart connected
behind your laughter and tears.
Minha ordem nÃĢo ÃĐ um pedido, ÃĐ uma sentença. E vocÊ explode para mim, exatamente onde eu mando. Sua submissÃĢo, minha coroa.
My love isn't a request,
it's a sentence.
And you explode for me,
exactly where I listen to
Your flooding submissions,
you’re my kind,
You’re my
Caring crown of home coming
When you feel lost,
sit with me.
Silently
I will remind you…
and only you
You have always belonged to love
My dear.
Simply,
Let me drink you in
Let me
Adore you
Please you
Listen raw to you.
Only coming fully,
From love not for love there is no reason.
Meu trono nÃĢo tem encosto. Ã a sua boca, me elevando a um lugar onde sÃģ a rainha manda. E eu comando meu prÃģprio prazer atÃĐ o fim.
My throne has no backrest.
It's your mouth, your heart, your being.
elevating me to a place where only the dancing muse grace fully commands.
And I command my own joy until the end.
Seguimos firmes na campanha por.
Then, return,
Return and
Just Let it be exact.
Listen to her.
No. Really listen.
Every exhale that bleeds her unspoken truths.
Every inhale she rations like mercy.
Every almost-word that dies on her tongue.
Her jaw, clenched like a drawbridge.
How her shoulders archive every disappointment.
The library of pain she curates behind her eyes.
Let her be exactly, and be there.
See her. Really see her.
Not the version she performs.
The way she holds her coffee.
How she checks her phone.
The stories her posture tells.
The weariness she cloaks in motion.
See the woman beneath the mask.
Listen to her letters. Her sighs. Her signs.
Watch her hands.
How they fidget when she's anxious.
How they still when she's remembering.
The way she touches her neck when she's vulnerable.
How they reach for comfort.
Her hands confess what her mouth can’t.
Listen to her with fiery full eyes.
Read her silence.
Every pause.
Every word she doesn't say.
Every joke that deflects.
The laugh that's too quick.
The smile she fastens like a mask.
Read between the lines of her "I'm fine."
Really read.
Yes, saviour, baste in her juices.
Notice her patterns.
When she goes quiet.
When she needs space.
How she loves others harder when she's hurting.
How she pours from what’s already dry.
Notice the language of her survival.
Let her be exactly as she chooses.
Feel her energy.
Every wall she builds.
Every no she barely breathes.
The weight she carries in her chest.
How she shrinks when she's overwhelmed.
How she glows when she feels safe.
Feel what she's not saying.
Do not ask do not pretend.
Witness her war.
Every battle she fights with herself.
Every victory she doesn't celebrate.
Every defeat she hides behind strength.
The way she soldiers on when she wants to surrender.
Witness her quiet courage.
Let her be. Fully, wholly, totally
Tidal, gushing over flowing.
Study her seasons.
When she needs to bloom.
When she needs to rest.
How she sheds what no longer serves her.
The way she grows through the darkness.
Learn the calendar of her soul.
Listen to her
like everything depends on it.
Because her life, our life,
does.
