The heart speaks the melody of the breeze and whispers the words of life. To be, to love, within its thoughts, holds tight the warmth of the day. Breaking free, the rays of the light rain down softly on the hearts intertwined. To embrace its majesty within the deep well of the flowing light.
To find that soul, to love ever truly, is to find the meaning of tomorrow.
The bed no longer holds your smell,and my hand reachesfor what is no longer there. I have forgottenthe taste of your lips. Your laugh has
I hold the keys to my own life; I choose my own path, for it is not paved for me. I create, dream, and move
Within the ever-fleeting realities of life and the frailty of this existence, one measure is beyond comprehension. Love. A feeling that, when felt with the
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