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~IN THE SPIRAL OF LOVE~ *A fish could love a bird, where would they live? They will thither and ponder till they get yonder. They will hover, perch, swim, fly, frolicking Savoring every moment. The bird will hover the river and the fish would show its tail, constantly swimming towards the edge of the river to see the bird They will find a way.* *There are no milestones too great for love to conquer There are no mountains too high for love to climb. Love is the air that flows from cosmic beyond The endlessness of time is love The reason the sparrow flies and soars in rhythms The strength of a man The weakness of his heart The frolicking and intertwining of two hearts into one The song the heart sings The tune the soul hears If love is a sea Let me drown in it Spreading and leaping far and wide Let it swallow me **** me **** me with love* **Ovi© Feb, 14th, 2017. All right reserved**
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Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 8:59 AM UTC
~IN THE SPIRAL OF LOVE~
~IN THE SPIRAL OF LOVE~ *A fish could love a bird, where would they live? They will thither and ponder till they get yonder. They will hover, perch, swim, fly, frolicking Savoring every moment. The bird will hover the river and the fish would show its tail, constantly swimming towards the edge of the river to see the bird They will find a way.* *There are no milestones too great for love to conquer There are no mountains too high for love to climb. Love is the air that flows from cosmic beyond The endlessness of time is love The reason the sparrow flies and soars in rhythms The strength of a man The weakness of his heart The frolicking and intertwining of two hearts into one The song the heart sings The tune the soul hears If love is a sea Let me drown in it Spreading and leaping far and wide Let it swallow me **** me **** me with love* **Ovi© Feb, 14th, 2017. All right reserved**
For valentine and lovers
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Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 8:59 AM UTC
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