How can I believe in God when just last week I got my tongue caught in the roller of an electric typewriter? - Woody Allen

A Beautiful Addiction

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Love is a beautiful addiction; It guides your heart - Out of broken places. It draws your eyes - To things once unseen. Your mind is free - Like words just spoken. Even the waves - Are puppets to the moon. But you are free. Love is a necessity of life; One may exist - Without its presence But cannot truly be alive. Love is more than just a feeling; It shows you strength - To treat great wounds, And paint over tender scars - Now concealed, Not once forgotten. Love leaves footprints on the soul - Where memories are placed. Take my step, And you shall see - The beauty I've beheld.



© Bellamy Chandler
2019-07-11

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