But if I cannot place my faith in love,
how can I trust in myself?
But you can’t spell the word Love
without experiencing an L, pursing it.
As we adorn our hearts with L plates;
forever students in the school of love.
Every first kiss is like a cup of yeast;
raising our hopes for what is to come.
Yet, to yearn for more while offering
less in a relationship, is merely a recipe
for disappointment – _a yeast infection._
There’s an imbalance when it comes to
your love life…
Apr 26, 2025
Apr 26, 2025 at 5:55 PM UTC
But if I cannot place my faith in love,
how can I trust in myself?
But you can’t spell the word Love
without experiencing an L, pursing it.
As we adorn our hearts with L plates;
forever students in the school of love.
Every first kiss is like a cup of yeast;
raising our hopes for what is to come.
Yet, to yearn for more while offering
less in a relationship, is merely a recipe
for disappointment – _a yeast infection._
There’s an imbalance when it comes to
your love life…
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