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Let love come to you

Let love come to you, in the rawness of its form.

Let it walk, crawl, leap, but perhaps never rush


Let love find you

In a random seashore, in an old gift, a photograph, or a misty morning

In the company of friends, in the quietness of a partner.

Let love magnify your heart for someone

Let love magnify someone's heart for you

Let it make you one with their contentment, anxieties, and awkward silences.


Let love come to you

Don’t settle for empty labels or shallow ties

Love can not be a refuge from loneliness.

Let love be honest with you

And you, be honest with love.


For neither happiness nor sorrow, neither certainty nor hesitation

Can bring you the peace that honesty with love can.


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