Passion and Purpose

Tiffany's

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Passion and Purpose stand beneath the twinkling stars, arms upraised to the Heavens...Eyes closed in prayerful supplication.

Up above, the clouds danced a graceful ballet across the sky.

Passion resides in the East. Purpose lives on the far side of West. Both unaware of the others existence.

*If I could mold my prince from the celestial glow o f stars, moon, planets and sky, into a model of you, I would gladly do so. I would create my dreamlike perfect, imperfect you. Fondly, I would shape you from cosmic clay - forming your essence as you steal my heart away*. Passion quoted poetically to the heavens.

p.s. *Be sure to include frogs and snails and puppy dog's tail...For is that not what little boys are made of. Still, I do not wish him to be so perfect that he outshines me*. Passion laughs at her own joke.

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*Oh, If only I could reach out and fashion the other half of me of whom I forever dream. Here, I would throw in a pinch of sweet - there, a dash of savory. I must remember to include the delicate fragrances...As girls are made of sugar and spice and everything nice*. Purpose asked this of the wind and gentle breeze.

Six months passed and both had forgotten their silly meandering beneath the twinkling stars and moonlit skies.

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Purpose and passion plan a long awaited vacation. One in the East and the other in the West.

Fate, as we all know, has a warped sense of humor...For both of our lovesick dreamers are destined for the same location.

On a sunlit Hawaiian beach, two people walked towards each other. As they neared one another, they both stopped dead in their tracks.

Passion had been changed into a chocolate, strawberry, nougat, nutty blend of ice cream and candy delights, her form completely made of sugar and spice and everything nice.

Purpose was a whole other story, he was a snorting mess of frogs and snails and puppy dog tails.

In shock and awe, they both stared at each other speechless. Passion's stare was mixed with a tiny bit of the 'ew' factor, for the puppy's tail was wagging gleefully. Purpose tried his best to tame it.

*Are we for real*. Passion sputtered.

"I guess we are. Did you have a conversation with the stars about six months ago*. Purpose asked on a whim.

Shocked, Passion admitted that she too had been dreaming of a prince. *But, um, what's up with our candy, puppy predicament*?

For, I can tell you right now, that, that is such a myth...for I am far from sugary spice - or being nice. I am not perfect, nor should you be.

I shall be me...less sugary.

You will be you. Less puppy-like.

I completely agree. Purpose replied heartily.

"Now what shall we do about this mess". Purpose pondered.

"Snap you fingers three times, spin around, clap your hands and spit". A voice clearly said.

They both looked and looked, but could find no face or body with which to assign a voice.

"Well, it's worth a try. Ready".

They looked seriously at each other, agreed with a tiny bow of consent - then both snapped their fingers three times, spun around, clapped their hands and spit". Laughing quite wildly.

They changed back into??????????

Well, at least it's better that the former versions. They both agreed.

"Now, I wonder what our children will be like. If they are sugar and spice and such, or puppy-like frogs and snails. I hope that we can just...Snap our fingers three times, spin around, clap our hands and spit - and they will be just as fine as fine can be.

Together we could become the perfect magical pair.

A Formidable Duo!

Now I wonder if we can: Snap our fingers three times, spin around, clap our hands and spit - and then can wish for riches, glory and everything else which we desire.

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Sorry Tiff...The words just went their own way.