A counterfeit love is dressed in the garment that suggests forgiveness because they know not what they do. However, some people know what they’re doing and do not care to provide a resolution. Perhaps, they’re unable to consider the variables that are outside of their control? Maybe, they are confused about the emotional matrix that alternates between red and blue – (me or you?)
So, what does love have to do with it? Love may have everything to do with purpose – if driven by harmonious lines. At one point can one arrive in love? A purpose is designed to act with efficient functionality. Love should be able to perform its definition – not merely exist as a fashion accessory.
But what is love? Love is a poem. Love is a song. Love is plural. Love is two doughnuts for the price of one. Love is the truth that isn’t there because the circumstances changed the context of where it lived before. Here is not where it used to be and love is not what it professed to see. Love is moving in a pulsating silence – All the while love is leading by leaving, for it does not know how to keep still.
Love is a foot.
Love is a walk.
Love is a strut.
Love is a glide.
Love is a guide.
Love is a stomp.
Love is a jump.
Love is a dance.
Love is motion.
Love is spinning
Love is a foot.
When the sands of time have expired and loving is no longer capable of flourishing in the same room – the journey has reached its end. Love cannot be bottled up, for then the chemicals will combat and the smoke will perform acrobatics. What’s the purpose of love? Purpose serves the will of many accounts, for love is always whatever you mold it to be.
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