It is all light as a feather, Love.
The weight of the world appears infinitely bearable.
Good morning, Love.
Did you know?
Your existence gives me strength.
It is like
A bond beyond the past and the present presence.
In essence, lost. Lost in the moment, found.
The truest revelations.
I confess,
as I am the witness of my own last breath.
The truest truth
strung into the harmony of our silence.
When love loves love, existence shines. Cleared of minds eyes, we cry, laugh and play.
Sing songs telling the only memory you need is love during your counted stay.
Therefore, many more. Memories of love.
Early in the day.
