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Robert L. Martin

Love in Excess

Love in Excess

Too much love stifles the freedom of love.  Too much truth alienates those who live in fear of it.  Too much reasoning analyzes the fun out of laughter.  Too much sensitivity takes the spirit down with its vulnerability.  Too much beauty overshadows the need for substance;  yet all these divine attributes march proudly through the gates of the weigh master to maintain life’s requirements for a perfect balance.  Too much sensitivity draws you into a painful world to share that pain.  Not enough pulls you further away from feeling nature’s breath and hearing love’s many languages.  Sensitivity in its proper balance opens the eyes to the heart and the door to the soul.  One has to rationalize his passion to keep his life in balance.

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