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Your love is so sweet and soft that it completes me in my incompleteness, fills my emptiness, and leaves me at peace in a peaceless world. Your love greets me in my darkness and pulls me to your light. Your love is of the infinite kind that reverberates through the universe and echoes through all times, yet only exists here and now between you and I. You taught me to rely on you without shame and lean on you without asking forgiveness. In your arms, I am not afraid of my littleness. In your arms, I am not afraid of my ignorance. Your love is not earned, but freely given. I come before your love knowing I do not understand it, and I do not try. “Why” is such an evil word it’s said to have knocked us from heaven's garden and keeps me faithless and stranded most of my life. But I will not ask why infinite chances aligned to entangle your arms with mine. In the space between our eyes, faith greets me as quietly and casually as sunshine. After searching hopelessly for meaning, you remind me that it is nothing more than the warmth of your touch. After longing for completeness, a moment with you is, at last, enough.
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May 5
May 5, 2026 at 6:01 AM UTC
Early Mothers Day Poem
Your love is so sweet and soft that it completes me in my incompleteness, fills my emptiness, and leaves me at peace in a peaceless world. Your love greets me in my darkness and pulls me to your light. Your love is of the infinite kind that reverberates through the universe and echoes through all times, yet only exists here and now between you and I. You taught me to rely on you without shame and lean on you without asking forgiveness. In your arms, I am not afraid of my littleness. In your arms, I am not afraid of my ignorance. Your love is not earned, but freely given. I come before your love knowing I do not understand it, and I do not try. “Why” is such an evil word it’s said to have knocked us from heaven's garden and keeps me faithless and stranded most of my life. But I will not ask why infinite chances aligned to entangle your arms with mine. In the space between our eyes, faith greets me as quietly and casually as sunshine. After searching hopelessly for meaning, you remind me that it is nothing more than the warmth of your touch. After longing for completeness, a moment with you is, at last, enough.
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May 5
May 5, 2026 at 6:01 AM UTC
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