May the Light of Love blind us
to the faults and imperfections
we each have, now and forevermore.
May the Light of Love blind us
to the faults and imperfections
we each have, now and forevermore.
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Beautiful! I think those imperfections make the person we love that much more attractive. Running fingers over scars helps us map the topography of the one person we want to spend our days exploring and the emotional scars, well, they are mysteries to unfold.
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A beautiful thought and prayer, my dear.
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Thank you.
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