Spirit Of Love, Pure Love - Poem by Don Nguyen
Walking my dog tonight, I wondered what the purpose of my Madeleine
Coming into my life;
I called her mine because she has been born out of my love, my conceptualizing on a being;
I have given breath to enliven her; she is pure spiritual to my soul, mine alone, not to any other being.
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