Love is a fragile thing. That is why it flutters about so cautiously in search of a strong heart for a nest. Love can present itself in a simple breath, you may find it when you lay your head upon your lovers breast, beating it's wings take you to flight above verdant vistas, sparkling brooks, blue skies all that is wonderful is how love looks, but how love feels there is no rival We depend on love for survival Love is there to make bad things bareable when you think of love there is no emotion comparable, not jealousy, anger, nor strife. Maybe pride comes close but is that not also derived from Love? It transends all logic and reason it has no boundries and descends upon us from above. In it's fraility it is the strongest thing I know. We must tend it as the most precious and delicate gift we can ever have, for all the wounds of the heart Love is the most soothing salve. Lexi Hilife
Reason for writing:
Where would we be without it???
Birth sign: Leo
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