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We are drawn to each other like moths to flames,
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We are drawn to each other like moths to flames, hungry, wanting, needing closeness – affection, understanding, love. We ask for it, receiving, yet we can’t really see, or know what it feels like or when it’s in our hands for sure, no example complete. Fragments here and there give a clue of the expression of the sound, touch, taste, smell ♪the look of love…♪ But always, something’s missing, not quite enough. Still hungry, wanting, needing closeness – affection, understanding, still thirsting for love that is willing to suffer. Kind, not envying or boasting or being full of itself. It does not act in such a way that is opposite of what it is said to be, seeking to serve itself first, or easily angered, being preoccupied with mal-formation. But it rejoices in TRUTH! Sustaining, believing, hoping, remaining. Love that never fails, is the key to itself; it is perfect. Infinitely, it is the way the truth, the life. The gift of everlasting we each seek in our souls that are hungry, wanting, needing closeness – affection, understanding, love. |