love
it flows from our hearts
lies dormant till its' time
its' call.
its' season.
then released into the atmosphere
through your more than willing, waiting, soul
it swirls around with unusual grace
but stable in some magical, romantical way
a three way tide
shared between The Father, you, and another lucky somebody
it stretches and bends with generosity
all encompassing.
all consuming.
everlasting in perfection and righteousness.
never will it tire, never will it die.
it flows from our hearts
lies dormant till its' time
its' call.
its' season.
then released into the atmosphere
through your more than willing, waiting, soul
it swirls around with unusual grace
but stable in some magical, romantical way
a three way tide
shared between The Father, you, and another lucky somebody
it stretches and bends with generosity
all encompassing.
all consuming.
everlasting in perfection and righteousness.
never will it tire, never will it die.
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I loooove this!
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