The heart so loves to love,
loves love, beyond the loving all;
The mind so plays, so loves to play,
plays with that greater play
of love, that plays with mind and time;
time plays with love, times out of mind,
but love’s the heart of it;
love loves beyond time, love loves beyond mind,
for in the end,
there is no end to it.
Michael, Timeless, perfection. I wonder why do we complicate everything, when the answer is so simple? Ah there's the rub. love always, Allie
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I love the curl and twist to this, the twine that makes up this ball called love.