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WHEN LOVE IS TRUE What’s love but greatest sort of joy but not the cheap that grasps and owns, and when the person’s satisfied, it gets too stale and starts to wane. True love is when you see your mate is serving you with soothing drink. The stronger it can get the more it makes you higher and serene. You spend your life in serving gifts that can push her to reach those heights. You don’t care for the toil you give as it supplies you with more love. Your sweat gets sweeter than your dreams and there is none you would restrain as love gets giving and not gain; You see your dear the strongest wine. BY JOSEPH ZENIEH ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ————————————————
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Nov 6, 2025
Nov 6, 2025 at 5:59 AM UTC
WHEN LOVE IS TRUE
WHEN LOVE IS TRUE What’s love but greatest sort of joy but not the cheap that grasps and owns, and when the person’s satisfied, it gets too stale and starts to wane. True love is when you see your mate is serving you with soothing drink. The stronger it can get the more it makes you higher and serene. You spend your life in serving gifts that can push her to reach those heights. You don’t care for the toil you give as it supplies you with more love. Your sweat gets sweeter than your dreams and there is none you would restrain as love gets giving and not gain; You see your dear the strongest wine. BY JOSEPH ZENIEH ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ————————————————
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Nov 6, 2025
Nov 6, 2025 at 5:59 AM UTC
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