Definitions by From Saint Agnes to Egypt
1050
Don't drive me crazy...
You know...
I'm deeply in love with you.
You knew it...
Long before I did.
Clever man...
Wise...
I'm so proud of you.
You let your guard down.
I finally understood.
Your pride...
Your silence...
The walls you built...
Were love.
Even when you scold me...
I hear only love.
I smile...
Though I sound serious...
Only God knows...
I'm lost in you.
You know...
I'm deeply in love with you.
You knew it...
Long before I did.
Clever man...
Wise...
I'm so proud of you.
You let your guard down.
I finally understood.
Your pride...
Your silence...
The walls you built...
Were love.
Even when you scold me...
I hear only love.
I smile...
Though I sound serious...
Only God knows...
I'm lost in you.
1050 by From Saint Agnes to Egypt July 16, 2026
1127
Upon a field of emerald green,
I stood, my face turned to the sea.
Then a hand—unseen—lifted me
to travel on the breath of the wind.
The earth rested beneath me,
the boundless sky became the realm of my flight.
Yet you were all I wanted.
So I was released.
To find you, I welcomed the fall.
As the earth drew near,
a gentle hand received me, set me softly upon the ground,
and showed me the path that led to you.
I came.
I found you.
Yet somehow... it was not truly you.
I searched for you within yourself.
Then the mask was lifted.
The symbols spoke—of a man weary with love,
worn by a thousand quiet sacrifices.
But you were my man.
That was enough.
I called you by your name.
"I have no strength left to live without you."
Your eyes remembered their light.
The smile my soul has always known
returned to your face.
You welcomed me into the lofty sanctuary of your solitude.
Then, at the edge of the fall, your voice broke through the wind—
"Hold on to the house!"
"Hold on to the house—I'll hold the ladder."
The house seemed fragile, but your voice stood unwavering.
I trusted your voice.
I climbed...
Moments later, you came to me.
Three sacred ...
love surged through my heart.
I was in awe .
You smiled at my astonishment.
And in the heart of that wonder,
you kissed me.
I stood, my face turned to the sea.
Then a hand—unseen—lifted me
to travel on the breath of the wind.
The earth rested beneath me,
the boundless sky became the realm of my flight.
Yet you were all I wanted.
So I was released.
To find you, I welcomed the fall.
As the earth drew near,
a gentle hand received me, set me softly upon the ground,
and showed me the path that led to you.
I came.
I found you.
Yet somehow... it was not truly you.
I searched for you within yourself.
Then the mask was lifted.
The symbols spoke—of a man weary with love,
worn by a thousand quiet sacrifices.
But you were my man.
That was enough.
I called you by your name.
"I have no strength left to live without you."
Your eyes remembered their light.
The smile my soul has always known
returned to your face.
You welcomed me into the lofty sanctuary of your solitude.
Then, at the edge of the fall, your voice broke through the wind—
"Hold on to the house!"
"Hold on to the house—I'll hold the ladder."
The house seemed fragile, but your voice stood unwavering.
I trusted your voice.
I climbed...
Moments later, you came to me.
Three sacred ...
love surged through my heart.
I was in awe .
You smiled at my astonishment.
And in the heart of that wonder,
you kissed me.
1127
Into your arms
Into your arms
1127 by From Saint Agnes to Egypt July 16, 2026
231
I close my eyes,
and wait for the silence.
There, I simply watch...
Light runs through the darkness,
and you appear
in the heart of the stillness.
The same conversation...
familiar.
endlessly sweet.
Clear visions
of the togetherness
meant to be.
The darkest shadows,
gently held
in loving arms.
Our symbolic ritual
of healing,
within the vastness.
A rising sense of unity
and wholeness.
Gratitude
too deep for words.
The paradise
we continue to create...
I cherish it.
Every day,
on the busiest days,
at the end of the night...
and wait for the silence.
There, I simply watch...
Light runs through the darkness,
and you appear
in the heart of the stillness.
The same conversation...
familiar.
endlessly sweet.
Clear visions
of the togetherness
meant to be.
The darkest shadows,
gently held
in loving arms.
Our symbolic ritual
of healing,
within the vastness.
A rising sense of unity
and wholeness.
Gratitude
too deep for words.
The paradise
we continue to create...
I cherish it.
Every day,
on the busiest days,
at the end of the night...
231 by From Saint Agnes to Egypt July 16, 2026
1016
God must will it for me to become light,
as you are light
within my soul.
You never imagined
your storm-filled eyes
would become light
within me.
The angels came,
patiently,
and reconciled me
with the realm of my dreams.
They bound
fear
and terror.
A familiar voice said:
"Love is flowing through you now.
This is the realm of lovers—
pure
and safe.
Do not be afraid.
Walk freely within it."
Then they taught me
joy,
peace,
kindness,
and above all,
love.
And me—
pregnant with your love—
they watched over
with great care.
And I never would have believed
that the path of love
could lead through
the alleys of lust.
The feeling of guilt dissolved,
and I saw
the hidden parts of myself.
And throughout this journey,
you were
my only companion.
as you are light
within my soul.
You never imagined
your storm-filled eyes
would become light
within me.
The angels came,
patiently,
and reconciled me
with the realm of my dreams.
They bound
fear
and terror.
A familiar voice said:
"Love is flowing through you now.
This is the realm of lovers—
pure
and safe.
Do not be afraid.
Walk freely within it."
Then they taught me
joy,
peace,
kindness,
and above all,
love.
And me—
pregnant with your love—
they watched over
with great care.
And I never would have believed
that the path of love
could lead through
the alleys of lust.
The feeling of guilt dissolved,
and I saw
the hidden parts of myself.
And throughout this journey,
you were
my only companion.
1016 by From Saint Agnes to Egypt June 23, 2026
742
Life was joy.
Simply because we shared the same sky.
The same world.
The same brief moment in time.
Life was pain.
Because you were never mine to hold.
Because of the distance.
I wished to live beside you.
That was always my wish.
But more than that...
I never wanted a single breath
in a world that no longer has yours.
I am not afraid of death.
Not after knowing you.
For with you,
even death
is as sweet as life.
Simply because we shared the same sky.
The same world.
The same brief moment in time.
Life was pain.
Because you were never mine to hold.
Because of the distance.
I wished to live beside you.
That was always my wish.
But more than that...
I never wanted a single breath
in a world that no longer has yours.
I am not afraid of death.
Not after knowing you.
For with you,
even death
is as sweet as life.
742 — A lifetime of gratitude for sharing the same sky, the same world, and the same moment in time. ❤️
742 by From Saint Agnes to Egypt June 23, 2026
717
He's my spring.
He's the reason my world feels alive.
I was a desert, and he came like rain,
turning everything into bloom.
With his gentle heart, even a restless soul finds understanding.
When he steps into my life,
my heart feels like a celebration,
and the earth beneath my feet stretches as wide as the sky.
His eyes bring spring back—slowly, softly—
like rain dancing across fresh green fields.
He feels like life itself,
like the beautiful rush of being alive.
In his hands, I find peace,
and in my quietest moments,
he is the melody that never leaves me.
… My love, doesn’t this song feel familiar to you?
One of the songs from your own generation.
He's the reason my world feels alive.
I was a desert, and he came like rain,
turning everything into bloom.
With his gentle heart, even a restless soul finds understanding.
When he steps into my life,
my heart feels like a celebration,
and the earth beneath my feet stretches as wide as the sky.
His eyes bring spring back—slowly, softly—
like rain dancing across fresh green fields.
He feels like life itself,
like the beautiful rush of being alive.
In his hands, I find peace,
and in my quietest moments,
he is the melody that never leaves me.
… My love, doesn’t this song feel familiar to you?
One of the songs from your own generation.
717 by From Saint Agnes to Egypt June 23, 2026