if you stop short
that ain't love
its just....
something else
cain't explain it
but i know
love
delights
in the all
not the you
could never
because of
the "it"
"it" don't count
when love
begins to wave
her wand
all borders
melt away
into the
what can
necessarily be
just that.
peace
note: love should fly freely. look around. there are plently of broken folks out there (including you, me, us) that need the embrace of love's unending warm touch. be that. forget the "it" and run like the wind. unhindered.
note: love should fly freely. look around. there are plently of broken folks out there (including you, me, us) that need the embrace of love's unending warm touch. be that. forget the "it" and run like the wind. unhindered.
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