HE IS LOVE:
When I wake each morning no matter neither rain nor shine
I wake to a fresh breeze of tenderness whisking over my body and the warmth of the sun that radiates from His face.
The reassuring sense to know he will always be by my side has brought to me security.
This amazing feeling must be what they call “love” for it truly is an amazing, extraordinary feeling.
And the sensation that arises with this “feeling” is of an urgency!
An urgency to taste, feel, touch, and see.
This “Love” is, “No” Must be a gift.
A gift that could only come from an unimaginable source, YES! A heavenly source.
He “IS” love - !Yes! – HE IS LOVE!
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