The precise cause, is love. It’s in what draws us and binds us,  never relenting. Pure joy and elation,  our gift from above.  It’s so simple and majestic, worthy of remitting.

To be exact, in love. Without fear and forging through, trusting faithfully. Gripping tightly with our soul, gently releasing the dove.  Truth so stern and grand, enraptured gracefully.

Truest ties, foregone fears. Spatial lines, reveal the years. It’s never the less,  forever much more. When dreams are realized,  breath shortens and hearts do race,  love cannot be quelled or conquered.......for it soars!


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