Love is real. I can feel it.
As real as fate and time. If love is wounded, you can heal it. It heals itself when it's reciprocated and genuine.
Love is as real as hope and truth because it cannot lie. As real as you or I, it endures, survives and from it's ashes it resurrects itself you see, because love cannot die.
Love is real. I can feel it.
Unconditional, committed and faithful to the end. Ever embracing the open hearts and souls it was designed to mend. Built on the foundations of respect, trust, friendship, understanding, emotional, physical and spiritual attraction. It is especially blessed, when would be and could be lovers, first become friends.
I think people are mistaken when they say "falling in love". You don't fall in love, you rise in love. It lifts you up and enables you to see the panorama of life as you ascend above, rising in love, to heights, emotions, ideas and awakenings within yourself that you were never before capable of thinking, of.
Love is real. I can feel it.
Not reserved for youth, love is not exclusive to nature's green. Green, silver or gold, above and beyond the rainbow behold, love is designed for you and me, young and old and the seen and unseen.
Love is real. I can feel it.
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