Hers were the light of The Sun, the warmth of The Night and the blessing of The Rain quenching the thirst of the hungry new life.
Hers was the early waking of The Reliable Rooster that sounded the dawn, hers was the easy spring of The Tame Deer that wandered through the luscious forest, hers was the empowering strength of The Patient Ant that carried the promising seed and the life inside.
Hers were The Wildest Cherries in the laboring orchard, hers were The Shadiest Limes down by the water, and hers were The Immaculate Peonies smiling from the hillside.
Hers was the breezing breath of life and the protective hand of the mother, the smile of the faithful wife and the comfort of the eternal companion.
His was all and everything and nothing and all that was and all that was to come.
His was the right of The First God and the birthright of The Forefather.
His was the seed. His was the life it sparked.
His was the spinning wheel and his were the eight hands of the symbol.
His was the throne that he sat on ruling, his were the two scepters that governed the law and his was the name of the king and the kingdom of gods.
His was the Third Day of The Seven Days that held together all days of all lives of all of the times.
His was the fearsome eagle sitting on his chest and his was the forceful bull that his helmet was made of.
His were the hands that hammered the starts and the skies to contain them, his was The Sun that he hung above to shine, his was the brother that turned the wheel of The Starry Sky and his was the muscle that built The Twelve Pillars to hold it upright.
His was the hammer that stopped the mountains and his were the sparks that exhaled gods.
His was the pride of the creator that carried the two of them together down to The Earth to show off the divine design.
His was the wife that slept and dreamed the dream of creatures like them to walk the Earth and his was the omnipotent art that carved out the image of the two of them that were a man and a woman.
His was the blind faith of belief that entrusted humans with will of freedom and gave them governance over an independent mind.
His was the male principle that left the humans mute, and his was her complementing perfection that inspired a spared breath of a god each and made the perfected perfection come to life.
His was The Sturdy Oak and hers was The Gentle Willow, his was The Man of Good and Hers was The Woman of Love.
His was the right to oblige them to offspring the Earth and live by fate of their own choosing and outcome.
His was the ring of loyalty and guard over the blessed union.
His was the steel and the secret of perpetual improvement that it unlocked.
His was all and his she was his other one that summed up one and one into one that was the dual of them together.
Hers was the early waking of The Reliable Rooster that sounded the dawn, hers was the easy spring of The Tame Deer that wandered through the luscious forest, hers was the empowering strength of The Patient Ant that carried the promising seed and the life inside.
Hers were The Wildest Cherries in the laboring orchard, hers were The Shadiest Limes down by the water, and hers were The Immaculate Peonies smiling from the hillside.
Hers was the breezing breath of life and the protective hand of the mother, the smile of the faithful wife and the comfort of the eternal companion.
His was all and everything and nothing and all that was and all that was to come.
His was the right of The First God and the birthright of The Forefather.
His was the seed. His was the life it sparked.
His was the spinning wheel and his were the eight hands of the symbol.
His was the throne that he sat on ruling, his were the two scepters that governed the law and his was the name of the king and the kingdom of gods.
His was the Third Day of The Seven Days that held together all days of all lives of all of the times.
His was the fearsome eagle sitting on his chest and his was the forceful bull that his helmet was made of.
His were the hands that hammered the starts and the skies to contain them, his was The Sun that he hung above to shine, his was the brother that turned the wheel of The Starry Sky and his was the muscle that built The Twelve Pillars to hold it upright.
His was the hammer that stopped the mountains and his were the sparks that exhaled gods.
His was the pride of the creator that carried the two of them together down to The Earth to show off the divine design.
His was the wife that slept and dreamed the dream of creatures like them to walk the Earth and his was the omnipotent art that carved out the image of the two of them that were a man and a woman.
His was the blind faith of belief that entrusted humans with will of freedom and gave them governance over an independent mind.
His was the male principle that left the humans mute, and his was her complementing perfection that inspired a spared breath of a god each and made the perfected perfection come to life.
His was The Sturdy Oak and hers was The Gentle Willow, his was The Man of Good and Hers was The Woman of Love.
His was the right to oblige them to offspring the Earth and live by fate of their own choosing and outcome.
His was the ring of loyalty and guard over the blessed union.
His was the steel and the secret of perpetual improvement that it unlocked.
His was all and his she was his other one that summed up one and one into one that was the dual of them together.
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