Proof of this
It's the way the wind wraps itself around every part of a tree,
submerging the bark, limbs and leaves in their entirety,
an act of love is what I see, but I have no proof of this exactly.
What about the sea curving around my skin so perfectly?
How does it know which way to go in its intimacy.
Love again I think, but I haven't any proof of it you see.
Once a woman placed her heart inside my heart,
and they became the same. Together we laughed and so then we cried, and we grieved then joy filled our passionate domain. Love is what I felt, swimming in the divine forces of Heaven, and facing together the darkness of Hell. I have no proof of this, but I believe that this is how love exists.
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