My Dearest Love Romush

Without your beautiful love, unselfish devotion and care, I would not be alive to enjoy the best years of my life.

My life with a true soul mate and beautiful person, to hold you close and see you get up every morning dancing nude to a new day.

Our harmony together is One Soul

Thank you so much. God bless your soul,

To eternity my Love
Yours to the end of the universe

We are merged deep in my Heart & Soul

Mose

About soul mates 

The concept of soulmates can be a polarizing one, especially depending on how the term is defined.

Understandably, it may seem implausible that there’s one (and only one!) ideal match for each of us out there. However, if your definition of a soulmate is broader — someone you have a strong connection with, who gives you a sense of peace and rightness and yet challenges you to grow and be the best version of yourself — it’s a lot easier to buy into, especially because you can have many of those encounters throughout your life.

I read recently that they asked relationship experts ― including a matchmaker, a wedding officiant and marriage therapists ― what the term soulmate means to them and if they believe in the existence of such kindred spirits. Here’s what they told us:

A soulmate relationship is one where you connect easily and instantly. But it doesn’t mean the relationship comes without effort. It did take some time for Romana and me to truly connect.

I believe in soulmates to an extent. When you meet someone that you just click with on many levels and things feel easy with them and you feel very happy and fulfilled, this can be a soulmate type of feeling. I don’t think there is only one; there can be many people in the world that you would click with if you met them.

“The limitations of this idea are mainly that people think they won’t have to work on their relationship if they met their soulmate. The truth is, no matter how happy you are or how compatible you are with someone, you will always have to be careful that you act lovingly and that you don’t begin to take your partner for granted. This is most important”

The idea of soulmates may give people unrealistic expectations about love.

“People leave relationships in search of that one person ‘they’re meant to be with.’ That’s a fantasy. There is no such thing. People are package deals. There will be aspects of each partner you love and aspects that will drive you crazy – Romana only drove me crazy with Love. You can trade one person in for a new and improved model, and after the newness wears off, you will be back at square one, needing to learn relationship skills to make love last.” 

Soulmates are people that are meant to be together, in spite of the obstacles or adversity they may face.
I personally believe in soulmates. There are some people who are truly meant to be – like Romana and me.

“Many couples I have known married have overcome racism, cultural and religious challenges and/or critical families because they knew they were meant to be together. Their connection was so deep, even though they hailed from different worlds.

“Any time I see the love that strong and committed, or people brought together by everyday miracles, it reconfirms my belief in soulmates.

“Soulmates still have to pay the bills and deal with medical appointments. They raise kids and experience the messiness of life and the realities of growing and growing older together. But people who see themselves as two connected souls tend to share a sacred bond.” — 

Soulmates are a symbol of the universal hope that someone will love you unconditionally in spite of your flaws and baggage.

To me, a soulmate is a symbol. It’s a symbol of hope, connection and healing (particularly attachment-based healing) that we as humans desire and crave. It’s a symbol of feeling that — in spite of our histories, pain, dysfunctional relationship patterns — we will ‘click’ with someone and will be able to make it work. The soulmate symbol creates hope and speaks to a desire to be loved, seen, heard, understood and to feel worthy. And even more so, a soulmate is the hope that we will be loved, seen, heard, understood and worthy, despite our flaws.
“While I think hope and symbols are important, I try not to lean into them too hard as they can sometimes take away someone’s sense of agency in their own situation. Our relationships and future relationships may be influenced but are not determined by what we have or have not experienced, and we can have agency in that process.” 

Soulmates aren’t perfect for each other in every way, but they’re on the same page where it counts.

Even as a matchmaker, the word soulmate feels a little contrived. It’s a really beautiful thought, but also a really good excuse to take a pass on relationships that aren’t ‘perfect.’ Since today’s app culture has made it easy to think there’s always a better choice out there, the idea of a soulmate becomes a limiting factor, asking partners to expect they will get everything they need from one person.

“The fact is, the person for you will be imperfectly perfect. I believe that everybody can have lots of soulmates. And so often, for better or for worse, it comes down to timing, where two people are in their lives and being truly on the same page.” 

People sometimes mistake the rush of excitement you experience when love is new with the feeling of connecting with a soulmate.

“Many of us equate good chemistry with true love, and bad chemistry with lack of love, yet we have trouble knowing which is which. The question is whether it’s the kind of chemistry that will produce a healthy relationship.

“Chemistry overpowers the strangeness of being new to each other and makes you feel close right away. While this is often helpful, it has some pitfalls if you let your chemistry lead you without conscious thought. On the other hand, many excellent lifelong relationships began without a lot of chemistry. People who develop a friendship first often don’t generate chemistry right away.

“Chemistry is powerful, but if you focus too heavily on whether or not you are excited about someone, you may discount the very real possibilities of the kind of love that grows slowly, such as a friendship that eventually becomes a loving relationship.” 

Connecting with a soulmate is about finding a person who sees you and loves you for who you truly are.
″‘Soulmate’ is one of these terms that lends itself to misunderstanding and sometimes scorn. If overly romanticized, like searching for that ‘one true soulmate,’ it becomes a rigid and impossible-to-achieve ideal. If seen in an overly clinical way, it’s easy to dismiss the concept altogether as unrealistic. Yet if you break it down into its components, what does sharing your soul with someone mean?

“Joni Mitchell has a line in one of her songs that I love about love being like touching souls. It’s really important to know what you mean by ‘soul’ in order to share yours with another person. This includes the soul as your authentic, ‘best version of yourself,’ as well as when the soul includes a spiritual component. What do you need from a partner, in terms of qualities that they demonstrate, in order to share who you are in a way that encourages connection, safety and trust? Knowing your emotional needs intimately and emphasizing the qualities in a partner best suited to meet them is one way to connect to a soulmate.” 

 

Romana stayed with me in Berkeley Square for a few years when we decorated 37 Green Street

“A Nightingale Sang In Berkeley Square”

That certain night, the night we met
There was magic abroad in the air
There were angels dining at the Ritz
And a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square

I may be right, I may be wrong
But I’m perfectly willing to swear
That when you turned and smiled at me
A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square

The moon that lingered over London town
Poor puzzled moon, he wore a frown
How could he know we two were so in love
The whole darned world seemed upside down

The streets of town were paved with stars
It was such a romantic affair
And as we kissed and said good-night
A nightingale sang
A nightingale sang
I know ’cause I was there
That night in Berkeley Square

There is several versions:

When true lovers meet in Mayfair,
So the legends tell,
Song birds sing,
Winter turns to spring,
Ev’ry winding street in Mayfair falls beneath the spell.
I know such enchantment can be,
‘Cause it happened one ev’ning to me.

Chorus:
That certain night,
The night we met,
There was magic abroad in the air.
There were angels dining at the Ritz
And a nightingale sang in Berk’ley Square

I may be right, I may be wrong,
But I’m perfectly willing to swear
That when you turn’d and smiled at me,
A nightingale sang in Berk’ley Square

The moon that lingered over London town
Poor puzzled moon, he wore a frown
How could he know we two were so in love
The whole darn world seemed upside down

The streets of town were paved with stars
It was such a romantic affair
And as we kiss’d and said “good-night”
A nightingale sang in Berk’ley Square

How strange it was , How sweet and strange
There was never a dream to compare
With that hazy, crazy night we met
When a nightingale sang in Berk’ley Square

This heart of mine beat loud and fast
Like a merry-go-round in a fair
For we were dancing cheek to cheek
And a nightingale sang in Berk’ley Square

When dawn came stealing up all golden blue,
To interrupt our rendezvous.
I still remember how you smiled and said,
“Was that a dream or was it true?”

Our homeward step was just as light
As the tap-dancing feet of Astaire
And like an echo far away,
A nightingale sang in Berk’ley Square.

I know ’cause I was there,
That night in Berk’ley Square

We were there indeed!!

 

Just a few places from where I have to write about our visits and love

We were so fortunate to travel so often to so many places in Europe, and a few outsides, due to The Mayfair Society and Mayfair Event Management, as we were offered much-reduced payments for our luxury rooms and stay. This has always been the norm in the hospitality industry. This meant that Romana and I many weekends just went to Heathrow and off to some fabulous days and nights ahead. As I mentioned other places, Romana preferred to keep this private – just for her and me.

Salzburg

Paris

Innsbruck

San Marino

Portofino

Cuneo

Rome

Florence

Verona

Asti

Aix-en-Provence

Basel (Art)

Namur

Dijon

Lyon

Bordeaux

Clermont-Ferrand

Saint-Sebastian

Toulouse

Perpignan

Marseille

Chantilly

Brittany

Anjou

l’Oustau de Baumanière

Auvergne

Madrid

Barcelona

Dublin

Gidleigh Park Devon

Waterford

Villa Feltrinelli on Lake Garda

The Gritti Palace, Venice

Crillon Le Brave, Provence

We went through all the Relais & Châteaux

Grand Hotel de Bordeaux

Grand Hotel Excelsior Victoria, Sorrento

The Westin Excelsior, Rome

Hotel Du Cap-Eden-Roc, France

The Ritz, France

Brenners Park – Baden Baden

Badrutt’s Palace Hotel – St. Moritz

The Carlyle – New York

The Mayfair Regency – Chicago

The flowering Chestnut Tree
The swaying of lavender to the flimsiness of the wind
The twinkle sunbeam among the butterfly’s wings.
My Romana lustrous body, lusty – lustiest of bodies and luscious lips.
There, with the flowering almond and chestnut trees. and soon with the cherry tree to come on to their purple glory
This was my hour of glory in the arms of Romana
I want this moment to solidify forever in eternity.
                                                                                      Mose

My Romana

My greatest achievement in life was my relationship with Romana

How can I begin to write about my dearest, my love Romana, words could never do her justice. Our life, joy was every day steering in my face. Our love, life completeness with the path to eternity.

Love is Life’s Greatest Treasure

My life has been so rich, in receiving and giving love. The foundation of all spiritual practice is love. Romana not only give my body and mind so much love, but she also gave warmth to my soul. For me, Romana was the best human being that I ever had the privilege of being in the company of in this life.

I lived for many years in Berkeley Square wondering why; I had come back to Mayfair, why and why, since the place never gave me anything back – a little like Zurich. In speaking about this, I used to tell people, there must be a reason why I find myself back in Mayfair, a place I already stayed in 1960 and lived with my young family later in the 60s. The reason came into my life in 1989, and as the famous song start: When true lovers meet in Mayfair –  And a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square. Love is synonymous with destiny and we were meant to be together on this journey.

Our life together was full of light 

I have decided to write about Romana and me and our life from the first day we met, until, I was holding my Romana on the 26th March 2008, leaving this world, 45 days after her 55th  birthday. I was so lucky in life to have the fortune to have met Romana. Romana was called in Polish many names, all based on her Christian name Roma; because Jadwiga, Romana’s mother called her Romusch; I also called Romana Romusch and Romuscja.

Anyone who enjoyed the love Romana and I shared, will never replace it with the making of billions and great esteem. I am very thankful to have walked with Romana for nearly 19 years on this planet. I was so fortunate.

I want to write for two reasons, firstly, most men (99%) who will read this will not believe such a woman exist, such an exceptional being, therefore, it is important to tell our story, and give hope to every man who has only had bad experiences with the opposite sex. I recall so many moments when my chest swelled with pride at all the attention Romana lavished on me. Most days, our day would start with Romana getting nude out of bed, and after a little stretching, Romana would be dancing in front of me nude giving me all the inspirations and desires for the day. I take a long time to wake up, just like a little boy, whereas Romana was awake right away – ready to go.

I am still devastated by grief and at the time I am dwarfed by my own words writing about our life together. The last decade’s event is nothing against the scale of the loss of Romana. In fact, I do not believe that I would have survived without all these beautiful memories and the grief, however painful.

Further, I am writing in honour of women in general and specifically to my soulmate Romana, who was a special human being. Romana’s middle name was Eva (Ewa), a name meaning “the mother to all living”.

I need my diaries, but in the meantime, I will write in detail about our lives for more than 18 years. All the places we went to and how Romana wanted most things to be a secret, to Alexander, her son and my adopted son, her girlfriends and others, as to the so much enjoyment we had together.

Romana knew about jealousy and how people really are. It did annoy me at the time that we sometimes, had been away in some fabulous place and had some great moments, and returning to London, I could not mention it to anyone. A few times I could not keep quiet and did mention it to one or two friends quietly.

Happiness, we are confidently assured, is the objective of life, and it is something we “get” by working hard, shopping, playing and exercising our part in the drama of late capitalism. Because capitalism loves the goal of happiness – since it can offer endless products that will promise it, when they fail to do so, it can offer alternative products which make an identical promise. And so on. Commerce thrives on unhappiness. You’d be happy if you were thin enough, fit enough, drive this car, travel to this place, entertained enough – and here is the product for you. Except, all these products do not give you the ultimate happiness. The happiness I enjoyed with Romana.

Like money can’t buy you, love. Happiness is good for you and for those around you – and there is not greater favour you can do for loves ones than show them your happiness. I tried and many times did overcome myself and my depressions to feel totally happy, and I did have many such moments, in fact, so many looking back today, all thanks to Romana. Sometimes, happiness, which is relative and can’t be measured, is, therefore, something we first like I now can look back on reflect on, also in a relative sense. 

As to Romana’s last 15 months, the Corinthians:

“My grace is sufficient for thee; my strength is made perfect in weakness”

So much reminds me of Romana and her last 15 months struggle and onslaught, the debilitating chemotherapy. Romana had toughness in the form of sheer resilience and persistence, this marked her character with grace, showing when her body was most weak – her true strength and spirit. Alone dealing with the successive bouts of treatment in Switzerland, still to the last giving warm compassion and sparkle to other patients at the clinic.

I have witnessed my fair share of those who, through illness, has become embittered and prone to misanthropy and the rejection of all social obligations, this was the opposite with Romana.  

To me, my life would have been nothing without Romana, I failed so much and despite having much happiness, the huge amount of happiness with Romana over shines everything. Romana was such a special and exceptional human being that I could in no way hope to become in this life, but have aspired to, more so after her death. These years have allowed me to complete my own self-development and move towards death. Now I know that death is a transition and part of a much larger journey, offering a powerful opportunity in the process of soul growth.

Although, I have expressed many times that the events in Denmark changed me greatly, suffering severe depression, PTSD, and worst, my belief in myself. I am ashamed that Romana had to take so much of this, not that I bothered her with all the gory details of my depressions, nor what happened during the 309 days of solitary confinement. For some obvious reason, it was really a subject never talked about.

Romana was a sunshine from the moment her eyes opened, with her first look at me with a smile, a smile all over her face, in her eyes and in all her expression. Therefore, I was right from the morning surrounded by the warmth of this beautiful human being, like I was wrapped in a protected cloth and nothing would hurt me. On reflection, Romana carried the Holy light and that always gave me comfort. 

I am writing a book, in writing such a book, I will revisit so much memory, which will be overpowering in my grief, but it will also give me pleasure I hope, I intend to travel to a few of the places we both loved and had so many happy moments. As Romana always said, life is made of moments.

Romana was not a famous actress, author, poet or creative writer, artist or even an academic. She did not create a company, organisation, or anything which would make any real headlines. Romana was a daughter, sister and mother, and a good human being. However, she was so much more than all this, Romana was a genuinely special and truly good human being, always manifested a high sense of morals and ethics in private, which I have not seen among anyone in all my years. What is more, Romana was always making me feel I was her entire universe. Many women before Romana had for periods made me feel like this, but Romana let me always feel high in love.

Romana was also a queen to her sex, aesthetically blessed, Romana could act like an 18 years old girl, a silly girl, and playful naïve, but with the mind and experience of her real age, totally comfortable in her body and knowing her femininity and radiance. Romana could make every moment special, with constant surprises. I really never knew what she would be up to, she had her own mind and at times very mischievous.

Under different circumstances, Romana could have made a great contribution to Poland or to any society. Although Romana considered the job to be in charge of the Polish Institute in London (Portland Place), she decided against it when she realised the corruption involved. Further, we decided to spend more time in the South of France together – as always.

Romana found it difficult to understand, the Polish people in Poland, their outlook, and primitivism. How total unscrupulous they could act, mostly without moral and ethic, the many years under the communist, meant that stealing from the state was an accepted way of life. The Polish people’s attitude was so difficult for Romana to comprehend, as she had been living too long outside.

This to a great extend guided me in not getting involved in Poland. Also because, in my field of finance, understanding the language is a prerequisite, because, big money is made with contracts and business terms, which one truly has to master, e.g. in investment banking, insurance, and direct dealings with investors.

Having forecasted what would take place in Poland and indeed Russia, I do at times regret that I did not get involved, but then Romana and I would never have our good life. I can’t regret that, but as many people will confirm, I did predict a lot of things, including the all-out importance of the Internet, the huge potential of financial services in many countries.

We never left each other apart for long, only a few times. I still recall in February 2005, when Romana went to South Africa for 3 weeks to see her girlfriend Tina and other friends, I had a lot of work to see too. I was driving back from the airport, on the motorway, all the way with tears in my eyes, rolling down my chin, I just could not face Romana being so long time away, and it was awful for me. I felt lost without her.

It was so difficult to say goodbye to Romana at Nice airport, without showing my emotion. I knew Romana would not have gone if she really knew how bad I felt. Little, did I know, that only that Romana would leave me for good, just three years later.

This shows, we must live every day, we do not know what the next day will bring or what there is just around the corner.

I have written before, that Romana lived for me, but I also lived for Romana. Nothing was more important for us, from the morning rise to going to bed. Romana was not truly interested in jewellery, expensive clothing, and cars. She rarely went to a hairdresser, and when she mostly regretted. As for clothes, yes Romana loved shopping, but never at any price, neither was it really important.

As to jewellery, Romana like anything to dress with, but nothing expensive, as she always was concerned about losing it, moreover, she had the little jewellery she had left from her husband, seen it being stolen. Also knowing about jewellery, having worked a little for one of the most established secondhand jewellers in Bond Street, Romana knew their profit margins and the expensive ring did never reflect the true price.

Most men, I have advised through the years or were close to, always complained about their wives spending money, either on themselves, clothing, cars, or jewellery.  Romana did do none of them. A girlfriend of Romana would once a week spent nearly £500 at her hairdresser, in South Moulton Street. Romana could, but never did spend much on hairdressers, moreover, had any need to because as she believed most women needed some comfort going either with themselves or how they looked at themselves.

Romana was 100% comfortable in her skin. Romana went with a Polish girlfriend to Milan to shop for the weekend in September 2006, the girlfriend would spend close to a million euros, every year on clothes. Apart from having good food, wine, and lots of laughter, Romana found it rather absurd and boring, because she did not find her girlfriend was happy or joyful, spending hundreds of thousands, neither specifically cared much about the individual clothing. When Romana came back, she said, she did not want to do this again and much prefer our shopping in Como or San Remo with me, always showing each item, “like my own private model show” always smiling, even dancing.

Going shopping with Romana always turned out to be an enjoyment and a true experience. Romana would always make it a happy time, and one truly felt so good, even in the market, when Romana could have found a handbag for £10 or less. Although we paid hundreds of pounds/euros, even £750-1000 for certain handbags, Romana would have much more use of her cheap copy or “inspired” label bags. She preferred an inspired label bag. As to paying hundreds of pounds, this we did to people in Italy, who made the real bags.

I never forget the times Romana told me that she was shopping with a girlfriend in Bond Street, Romana placed a Louis Vuitton bag on the counter, a shop assistant started looking closer at the bag and even called a manager, and admired Romana’s handbag. Since our friend had supplied it, and the normal price was £3000 plus, Romana becomes concerned, but they pointed out all the original features of the bag and told her that this specific bag had not arrived in London before in some weeks.

The same thing happened once with a Dior bag in Bond Street. During the time we had regular promotion events in the galleries, Romana received nice bags from Redwall, the makers of Prada, Armani, and Moschino. And from France, also bags from Longchamps and Chanel. Redwall is the biggest manufacturer of handbags in Italy, making for many designers.

My memory of Romana enshrined in my heart forever; I still remember an extraordinary exhilaration, resting my head next to her heart and the soft sweet breasts, with the promise of unlimited happiness. I could rest, my careless, exhausted and fulfilled body there for hours and called it the “best place in the world”. Which it truly was for me to eternity.

 

I like red and Romana looked good in red, I specific liked some of the red dresses that Romana used at the Venice Carnivals, see

Venice and Us

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My Romana loved most music, we daily had music playing, from Chopin to Mozart, but also music My Romana could dance to or even sing to me along with the music playing. Romana would sing to me “Did you ever know that you’re my hero and everything” Romana was my true Hero!  Romana always ending her dancing with “Que Sera, Sera (Whatever Will Be, Will Be)”, first sang by Doris Day. Romana also liked Louis Prima, the Italian-American singer, and Sophia Loren singing and dancing “Americana”. Yes, Romana could make every day a dancing party! 

We both love Chopin and the last hour before my dear Romana left this journey, resting in my arms and body, holding her, I played Daniel Barenboim playing 11 Nocturne, the last music that Romana heard in this life; Chopin: Nocturne Eb, Op.9 No.2.

This is Just to Tell You

I have tasted your Love from the running fountain of untold Joy and Happiness

I am chained to my memories, chained to the moments with Romana. When Romana left this journey, I had no place to go.

I have walked along the beautiful path of paradise holding your hands, intoxicated by the scent of all the exquisite flowers and from looking into your face and smile that daily gave warmth to my soul.

I have swum with you at midnight, with dancing stars and flying bats above our merged bodies of pleasure

I just can’t wait to look into your soul and merge my spirit with yours in eternity.

Mose

O my Romana”, cries out from every pore of my body,

from every particle of my soul

I kneel in gratitude 

My Romana –

More radiant than the Sun

Purer than the Snow

 

Romana and I created Love

Love is energy

Energy is eternal delight 

My Romana, we pledged our hearts

but our souls poured into each other

merged in eternity

The love in your smile and eyes,

in your voice and touch

forever warm my soul

and lives every moment

in my mind and beating heart

I can’t wait to hold you again

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, and it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always persevere.

Corinthians 13:4

♥ Beauty does not grow love, love grows beauty

♥ Romana and I lived our Dream

♥ Romana was All Woman

♥ Our glass of drinks could be empty to be filled – but never our glass of love

♥ Romana said that her love was forever flowing and the glass would never be empty.

 

 
 
Another willing and yielding day

 

The sacred of her body

Her calming and excellence to my soul

I am drawn by her breathing and love flesh swelling red lips touching mine in love hot and enormous

The ripe fruits in the garden on the hillside, where the eyes of the eagle watch over its wanting prey

There the shadows beneath the trees with their leaves dancing in the breeze

I gazed for a moment of eternity with love in my heart and happiness in my mind

There with the loveliest of trees surrounding our glowing hillside

That takes my breath away will these dreams

Our fruit-bearing hills, with figs, cherries, peaches and apricot, not to mentioned lemons, oranges and almonds

with the purple glow of lavender with the dancing butterflies

where the sunlight gleams and dance on the pool water.

Where the bat feeds to the starlight and the moon dancing on the water of the pool 

Romana, you brought me the dreams that took my breath away

Our Loving Walks

(Our Morning Walks in Cap D’Air 2000)

In the first days and months of the new century

Along the waterfront with the flurry from the waves hitting us and making us wet, the stairs, the Rock and Mala beach

Our walk-in Holly togetherness in total love and affection for each other.

The thunder of the unstoppable waves hitting the rocks

Romana dancing in between, in front of me to the sound of the sea and waves hitting the rocks with the gentle breeze flowing around her beautiful body and mind with the golden hair like a halo.

The scent of flowers, the fresh sea wind and glorious vegetation from the gardens.

Romana  – You opens the gates to the body and the soul

The long legs, the bended knees with every step, the long legs leading to Heaven, from the hip socket carrying the trunk above, the breastbone and full breast, with those unseen kissable nipples.

All in front of me her heel, ankles, leg-fibres, under-leg, long and thin, knee, knee-pan, upper-leg and thighs, with all the shapeliness of her bum/buttocks leading to the wonders of my mind.

A scent of her morning smell, flow by in the breeze, as a newborn flower and the white magnolia opening for the day, even better than the smell of a  fresh clean baby. I am exhilarated, each breath deep, pure, and sweet, my heart strong and full of love at its most divine moment.

The blond hair flowing down her kissable peach neck and back, sometimes outside a cap, like a young schoolgirl.

Moving those long finger hands, wrist, wrist-joints, the palm and knuckles, those forefingers, finger-joints and long fingernails – all to an air kiss towards me from those smiling eyes and lips.

Romana encircling me with her arms, the arms of a beautiful warm and strong woman, a loving mother, the arms of a friend and kindred soul mate, the arms of a spirit who opened my body and soul.

For a perfect moment, our hearts and our eyes spoke.

Romana dancing and fluttering in the morning breeze, with a twiddle/twirl and twist like the youngest of girls the waves dancing to their own beat from faraway places dancing to please the wind along tossing her head with the golden hair flowing loose around.

The toasted rustic bread with butter melting and our espresso to a new day.

The 88 steps at Eden Palace rock, from Mala beach, counting out loud with the movement of Romana’s beautiful body in all its glory in front of me

Her voice and smiles,  the flow and ebb of the sea

the flowers in glowing colours that open with the sense of delights

The birds that sing in the loveliest of trees, our magnolia with the strong scent

The clouds that slowly wander over the mountain high, some lonely until they merge to finally disappear dancing in the little breeze

Mose

A Moment In Time

With a gentle breeze over Mont Agel
with a scent from the magnolia tree
I lift my glass of wine and gazed
across the Mediterranean Sea

Here I am, sitting in true happiness
with my soulmate joining me shortly
for a well prepared delicious meal

Close by lies my faithful Amey
observing me and every moment
Theresa bringing the dishes to the table

The happiness in my mind and soul
matches the fullness of the body of the wine.
The sun is setting over Cap Ferrat and to the west
for another night of more pleasure and fulfilment

With the love of my life, my beloved soulmate
just arriving at the chair next to me
looking like a heavenly Angel, my everything.
My only and eternal blessedness

Romana the stars in your eyes
will bring our love into eternity.
To the end of all universes
To the end of the living earth
To the end of yesterday with no tomorrow
To a time and space with no end
Infused and surrounding all life
with eternal Love.

Uninterrupted ecstasy.

A lover’s kiss. Its eagerness, its fierceness, its warmth, expressed the god its parent. But oh! Its sweetness, and its melting softness With trembling in my limbs, and fever in my soul, I ravish’d it. Convulsions, pantings, murmuring shew’d the mighty disorder within me.
But love, almighty love, seems in a moment to have removed me to a prodigious distance from every object but you alone
Wine awakens and expresses the lurking passions of the mind and the overflowing of my heart

Mose

Romana

Your spirit held my hand
and embraced my mind and body alone in my dank solitude
The memories of you
gave me strength and comfort
in a place of evil and
grown men’s despair
Your Love I carry deep
in my soul to eternity

My Romana
To just have your breath next to me
knowing your presence indulging my mind and body
Looking into your cheeky eyes with all the promises
with your warm lips and kisses tingling my inner desires
your love overflowed all my lakes of tears from the hardness of life
You let the sunshine into my soul and showed me the path
Thank you – your Mose for eternity.

 

Romana
In your eyes I see
the future full of love
full of hope and happiness
full of excitement and achievements
In your mouth I see
the voice of my inner mind
the warmth and most sensual kisses bestow upon man.
In your arms
I feel the highest contentment and happiness.
with no more longing
the complete security of love
and the sharing of everything with you
in total surrender to our love

Romana
In your eyes I see
the future full of love
full of hope and happiness
full of excitement and achievements
In your mouth I see
the voice of my inner mind
the warmth and most sensual kisses bestow upon man.
In your arms
I feel the highest contentment and happiness.
with no more longing
the complete security of love
and the sharing of everything with you
in total surrender to our love

R O M A N A and I

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