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In a sequence where love gets lost in translation I found adoration somewhere between commitment and obsession
In the paradigm of pleasure I was indoctrinated in the art of body language where lust and flirtation fit the mold of love and affection
The heat in hate dispel flaring tempers yet climate controlled because it will be a cold day in hell when I let you off of my mind
Love is cliff diving from earth into open water to be entangled in her wavelengths, a time capsule that is a tough pill to swallow when it's conjured with admiration and obligation
Love is trampolining from keyboards into dizzy spells spilling your guts for a reader's digestion even when it's hard to stomach and virtually impossible to acquire taste for
Simply put love is as the wind whispers wishes into dandelions, the moon casting star shadows in the mid night sky, rain combing through a meadow brush to lubricate Earth's scalp
Love is unconditional collaborative peace
Love is delving into the eyes of a stranger only to find that you have known them forever
But this is just the way I see it, love can be any stretch of the imagination so be flexible
Peace
