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Angel Bereaved

Posted in Love with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on November 6, 2012 by Cashmereheart


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CALLING all Cupids

Posted in Cashmereheart, Love, love letters, Poetry, Quotes with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 1, 2012 by Cashmereheart

Looking for unique love letters or poetry to post on Cashmere hearts blog, in celebration of ( lovers day ) Valentines Day.

If you have been bitten by the love bug, and would like to see your

LOVE Potion #9

posted on-line, please in box Cashmere……


Lost Love Letter

Posted in Cashmereheart, Love, love letters with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 21, 2012 by Cashmereheart

Hi Baby,

I have been doing the same thing for the past 3 years, cleansing myself. There is no way to move on if you don`t. That ball and chain, that shadow of the past, the material reminders, all had to go, so that I would be able to be myself again and be able to give all of myself to another woman. I learned all about what rebound love is, and for having changed my mind about it, I am a much better man and have the respect for myself that I have to have.

Baby Girl , I felt in my heart that you were out there and that I wanted to be totally clean and dust free for when you landed in my arms , and for having a respect for myself , I would be able to give the respect to a woman that would be deserving of a man of that caliber. My darling……

Always and Forever,

Lover Sir Hugs A lot

Her heart better left untouched…….

Posted in Cashmereheart, Double edged sword of LOVE, Love, love letters with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 7, 2012 by Cashmereheart


Her heart is fading; she witnesses it detached from her body, her insignificant silhouette exposed. Love becomes the pool of blood, she lies within, and it embraces her feeble remains drenched within oppression. Is this her fate?

  She loves him with everything that she is, but yet her feelings illustrate evidence, she is naught in his eyes, for if she was, he wouldn’t indulge her with such hatefulness. Her fragile spirit is concealed in the corner of their disheartened home. He doesn’t lengthen his palm in love or tend to her tears, or comfort her for the damages he has done. He seems to be imminent, often in an emotional threatening expression. His tone destroys her, he picks on her, he judges, he lashes out, and he tells her women don’t cry, where is your back bone. She hungers for intimately, yet his tones produces, find a whore. Should such vile words of expression flow from his untamed lips? She had risked it all, to come to him.

 How does her broken heart, maintain loving him, when his compassion level is that of a wild animal? How does she not become “Jaded “?  Her eyes become swollen beyond recognition, she has nowhere to turn. She gave him her heart, he promised to take good care of it, but he has allowed conditional love to control his mood swings, for his past controls his thoughts. 

She can dream and ponder thoughts of the man she fell in love with, but reality is “Blemishes in a hollow tree “there feels like, nothing is left. He constantly tells her, “I’m a good man “how does he know what that even is? His role model, someone whom treated him badly, picked on him, destroyed him at times, leaving him broken and bruised. But yet, her ears lend to the whispers, he also, was a good man.

Life is too short to live in pain, to feel the greatest broken heart that another human being can afflict on someone whom they say they love with all of their heart. Now she knows why, her heart was better left untouched.

She is exhausted; her tears emerge together within Gods streams, destination the endless sea. Is it too late to pick up the pieces, does she remember what her knees are for, or should she travel that lonely road again?

© Cashmereheart ~ Dani Thornton Stock

******Ignite my Passion******

Posted in Cashmereheart, Double edged sword of LOVE, Love, Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 1, 2012 by Cashmereheart

What Is Love

It captivates our hearts and breaks our spirit. Burning flames

that ignite my passion is also the warmth ~ that softens my soul,

leaving behind nothing but ashes.

As I sift through the cinders of my heart, my hands become


Everything that I touch is affected. Is this truly the path I wish

to journey again?

Do the embers that burn bright in my heart frighten me? Is this

lingering incandescent glow, a frequent souvenir, of all that has

come to pass?

If I place my heart in a cocoon, do I free myself up to love again?

Thoughts that permeate the lining of my heart, are they strong

enough to extinguish all internal flames, before they consume me?

Are you the match that will destroy me, or the brook that will

quench my thirst and diminish all of my flames?

The scares in my heart are too deep to be seen, perforations

that toil in an uninhabited land, but held in your hand, will leave

an everlasting impressions, branded beyond understanding.

My external scares run rampant on my soul. So, I anticipate the love,

that will preserve my flesh and be the mist that infiltrates my passion.


His Words Strip her Bare

Posted in Cashmereheart, Double edged sword of LOVE, Love, love letters with tags , , , , , , , , , , on December 6, 2011 by Cashmereheart

He continues to drill her, his words, a proven point to harm her heart. Their sofa turns into an witness stand, as he rephrased the question over and over.  Her answer doesn’t  be of same mind,  so he just becomes more relentless. His voice elevates as the response isn’t clear and concise enough for him.


Her fragile heart cries, her voice tries to answer through her unspoken tears, the way her mind thinks. But his vile words of expression confuse her thoughts.  His intimidation, the hurtfulness from his lips, “the double-edged sword of love “rears its ugly self once more.


It’s 4am and it’s as cold as if an Arctic wind, blankets her body, as he slumbers in the same bed, hotter than hell. She tosses and turns in the attic of her confusion.


Why does he have to be so harsh, why does he think she has to answer a simple question, to his way of thinking. If not, it doesn’t stop until he reduces her to a pile of ruins! He strips her bare, it’s a naked coldness for her emotions. His tone hitting hard and all for what?


Love doesn’t have to be so wounding and merciless at times, does it? Is verbal abuse just as injurious, or does it devastate  more? Do words really hit harder than a fist? She’s not a coarse character, she is a girly girl, and breathes for love,  wears her heart on her sleeve, and they ( him) become one of the most precious to her heart. She would never hurt, lie, mislead or upset him.


As, she closes her eyes and wraps her heart up to protect it, thoughts will linger until first light. She leaves you with this, she loves with the deepest of love for him and hurts with the deepest of pain. Big or small, her wounds, still seem to bleed the same.



It reminds her of a song. Remind me, of all the things you use to do, that made me fall in love with you, Remind Me!




” Epiphany”

Posted in Cashmereheart, Double edged sword of LOVE, Love with tags , , , , , , , , , on October 30, 2011 by Cashmereheart

Why is it, when we observe a movie, it can articulate our soul, as if the words have become an utterance as of our own heart? I’ve prayed moments in time, through innumerable tears, dear God, please give them an epiphany, something has to give.

And tonight I collided with a violent sea of emotions. My head is whirling, breathless, my mind-set being traumatized, within uneven white waters.  As I attempt to intake of breath, it’s as if heavens gates have divided, an illustration of my life. I make a clean breast; I am an extremely visual thinker.

 Wow “Epiphany “is something for my life, not someone else’s. I have used up my entire existence, I won’t say how many years young I am, those of you who know me, mum is the word, giving and doing for everyone, friends, family, children, husband, school, church, and neighbors and never for myself. I was by no means on that list; my list was a naked piece of paper, so tarnished and tattered.

I am nowhere to be found, the passion in which captivates every part of my being is hidden, stagnate within indistinguishable waters. I have loved with the deepest of love, have waited, trusted, given, and hoped for. We all make decision in our life, some naive others blameless; nowhere does it say I have to live incomplete, I deserve the ultimate life as to offer.


©Dani Thornton-Stock