My perfectly Imperfect Love
Our sense of self... is like a thin thread and, all that is above and below, it in space and time. A life Given to us by something Divine, created everything in and out of sight and mind, and is only associated with things perfect. Even the existenceof evil makes its perfect contribution as the World strives for maturation. All of this,for you... and yet you dont see why I will love you? I don't only love you... I love that you are perfect for me and me for you.
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