Water is the sacred deception.  Never trust as the pain is to great.  Love with all of you and hope that somehow through it all to make joy and other great feelings for others.  Love is the feeling I focus on.  When you focus o t you are inspired with light, light for faith in another.  That faith also is sacred and as water words commmit, hope for rebuilding apon joy and happiness inspires the light again.  Greatness is a thing we long to acquire.  It comes to you in fits and starts.  Trust, never.  Love , some.  Cum when you have to.  Everyone has issues.  That is the secret of listening.  I am a fisherman and will always be.  Despite pain, disrespect, and miss placed rust, I will love again.  TYhe pain is great, especially when you let someone in.  Water signs are a cancer that infects the soul.  The pain nis great yet love is the feeling that willl shine out the clearer.  Like midday rambling or ancient calling, it is truth, the ancient that commands the day.  This ahs been true since the days of aged thinkers.  They long to escape through the heart5s calling.  Love the ancient will shine out the clearer.  Love the ancient.  Love the ncient.  I refuse to let go of love as it has truly made me happy, despite others rambling discourse.  In dark, it is the light.  In hope, it is your faith.  In beautty, there is appreciatiion but trusting is hard.  Love.  The words I amit reflect my soul.  Like in thee time of JEsus, when the Great Lord walked the earth, forgiving is the key to release the pain, yet learning is necissary to ensure that safety is calm.  If I may speak I willl be supported.  Soome are mad.  Others discouraged.  Others faithless.  I am love and always will be.  I am love and memory of a time when the sacred feminine was just that; sacred.  Now defiled by the people of games, I long to return to a time of innocence when love really ruled the day.  Love words mumbled behind a two forty haze were the order of the day.  Now in mistrust when I am calm, I desire honest love, and more than intelligenc for intelligence destroys innocence by way of manipulation and games.  People play for power yet it burns bridges, destrioys faith, and begins wars.  There is another way.  Through love, forgiveness is given and that is calm but know though I trusted implicitly, I will never trust again.  I have been hurt.  The sacred has been broken.  Though faith will be rebuilt, I will always have a mark on my soul from love and know that I will never completely trust you again.