Love, like you, need to be experience with a relaxed heart, but at some sense, a heart that also induce strength because you, like the splendor of love, is fiery and at times, times like now, highly confusing and excruciatingly entertaining. Love, like you, is under-appreciated and like the waterfalls in high mountains, you, the beauty in nature, should be recognized beyond godliness or divinity. You, like love…like the beauty of God’s creation, needs to be appreciated and caressed with hands made of sweet chocolates and perfumed roses.
You, like love, is my only conscience; my only grandeur...my bittersweet existence.
You, like love, is my only conscience; my only grandeur...my bittersweet existence.
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