Love molds and shifts
So vast and ever changing
Crashing apon the shore
Water slips from curved fingers, a continuous flow of bliss
Nourishing the divine abundant garden
Enchanting
Sweet sweet flowers
An aroma that entices and makes one dance with euphoria
Oh so sweet, so smooth
A continuous flow of ethereal waves, creating ripples
To be felt and to be known
To be cherished and so much like home
This is nothing new for it comes within you
This love reflects
This love is true🕊
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