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Knowing how you feel is half of life’s battle. Knowing you feel loved is very different from knowing that you feel nothing. The only
deception is self-deception and to know you feel nothing is everything. When we are quiet, long enough to hear the Voice, that one nameless and indefinable thing—feeling, that only experience or poetry can convey and do it somewhat justice, we recognize the truth that resides in our hearts.
And so— I love you…the same as a beautiful
Wild Flower. If I were to tear you from the earth you would die—so I won’t. But my eyes shall
gaze upon Your Petals, along with the sun;
along with the Kiss of the Wind…and with the Rain, pure white Rain…I shall watch you Grow…
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