||Love that's just right: how rare that seems!
||At times I wonder if there is such a thing.
||Human love is inherently imperfect. The only love that's just right is the love for God.
||Get real! Every bit of love is right in its own way - ya gotta transcend the notion of 'one right'.
f love haf sir
prizinz' meight & rip
ples are like suf' breezes in
spirin' muny furms ahhh life.
bellows ah love kun
f ell hiarts wuth dylight
& torrents gots' powa' t' exsight
So let luv rip threugh yo'
as streoms uf espyration floo
billows ah love, dat
piss just reght, pyssuss s
tartlin' powa' end might
kurrents ah love (if
ya' use dem roght)
kun connect yeah closely to da c
ore uh life
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