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Created on: December 28, 2009
The most powerful thing in the world is a true love kiss.
But my true love lives in a distant land far away, of a different culture and strange language known to me, and a kiss I cannot have.
My whole body aches for my true love, and I can find nothing to ease nor heal this aching desire.
Like manna from heaven we are being fed this great wonder that is our love. With whom I love with pain that is my greatest torment that presses deep within my longing heart to be near my true love. That has left me in sufferance for nothing more than just one kiss from my true love, then I shall die in peace.
But as things are now, it is a burden to my aching heart to never be able to embrace with a kiss my true love on the lips, and to feel the warmth of my true loves breath upon me.
I thought I knew what true love was, but now I know better. For if God shall find it pleasing and we should meet in flesh, it shall become known all over the world of how our love came to be. It shall be written in verses and engraved upon stone signifying our love, our life, and our death.
How could our true love be denied, for the meaning of my name is Hope, and I was in need of patience. And the meaning of the name of my true love is Patience, and he was in need of Hope. With God we both know that nothing is impossible with Faith, Hope and Patience. For it is written.
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