My Love

My Love


Hmm.. it took me twenty-five (25) years before I could confidently define love, maybe not proficient like every other beings does because I found an unusual beloved – a special definition of love.
Before now i never believed love was the said beautiful thing, I did not know nor understand the lines of love talkless of breeding on one.Some say it’s at first sight, a phenomenon I find thriving… But who else has experienced this love, one that flourish even at summer and winter.
My Love, with you I define been in love and loved as the most adoring occurrence of life – a cheerleader that embraces soars and virtues.
But I was wrong;The most important kind of love is the kind we most often neglect: self of love.
What so many others of our age forget to remember is this: Love isn’t simply choosing to spend your life with someone. It is walking up every day and making the daily choice to spend the rest of your life with them (him/her).
Love isn’t passive, it’s an action – a daily choice. It’s perpetual.

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