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Created on: July 13, 2009
Love is crying out from your whole heavy lost saddened soul,
to be silently heard, not overstepped or just swept all fast away.
The heart of love is centred in your heart to stick & to stay.
Self acceptance kept adept as love. No more fear to obey.
Remembrance of who you really all are and were ever to be,
is being yourself, with confidence not ever declined to not see.
Trusting in loving yourself, and who you are created to still be,
is aligning yourself with love, as love is designed to be combined.
Love becomes perfect acceptance and aligned with full bliss,
as much as it is met with its perfect self in its full loving motion.
Loving allows confident energy to re-exist and too strongly persist,
without the loneliness of full self condemnation to still weakly resist.
Knowing yourself is not necessarily only loving yourself whole.
Love to know, but know to allow love its own way and its flow.
Create a life based on accepting yourself today to now portray.
Validate who you are without any rejection not to stay as you may.
Place the stamp of love on your own long lost tick of approval,
on the missing ticket to your life held in your heart now to be you.
Given out from God to be yourself as your fully claimed wealth,
on your own journey towards you, and towards you in God's view.
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