Love survives momentary laps, its presence hovering in between every breath. Love thrives perpetually, makes known its creative intention inevitably. Love transcends, time and space never depends, what its intuitive breadth enlightens. LoveтАЩs luminous hue, give it its due. Love has so much strength, not based on physically, but of its natural ability. Incomplete [тАж]
Of its Synonymous Due!
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