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217
And, in that moment,
my heart swelled
at how the Sun
Loves my Little Prince.
There are no words
for a Love
boundless
and unfiltered.
218
When it's hard to reciprocate
It's enough to believe;
And, sometimes, that's all you need
To find the love within.
219
Let go
Wait
Jump
And between the lines
Trust.
221
To You I sing the melody of my heart;
Where my words fail, let my truth prevail;
When I stumble, let me be humbled;
That I might not miss a chance
To glorify You in this Life's dance.
222
Were it always a struggle between good and evil,
The choice would have been easy;
But often, I find,
It's a struggle between the mind and heart;
and both believe themselves good
With only the best intentions.
223
I wonder how nothing makes a woman;s heart flutter like flowers do.
(Sometimes all you need is a single flower to turn a day from okay to great).
224
These are the stuff I am made of,
The days that merge into the nights;
but let it not define who I am for you;
Let me the one your heart runs to;
The runway from where you fly high and away.
225
Dancing in the wind
Twirling in its embrace
I remain deliriously unfazed
Better things are yet to come.
226
For all her hopes and dreams,
Her yesterdays and her tomorrows,
There is but one constant theme:
Love ---
In every crevice of her soul;
In every single moment of her existence.
This is her meaning.
This is her truth.
And it consumes her ...
Even when it is logical to hate.
217
And, in that moment,
my heart swelled
at how the Sun
Loves my Little Prince.
There are no words
for a Love
boundless
and unfiltered.
218
When it's hard to reciprocate
It's enough to believe;
And, sometimes, that's all you need
To find the love within.
219
Let go
Wait
Jump
And between the lines
Trust.
220
In your arms is where I hope sleep finds me someday.
221
To You I sing the melody of my heart;
Where my words fail, let my truth prevail;
When I stumble, let me be humbled;
That I might not miss a chance
To glorify You in this Life's dance.
222
Were it always a struggle between good and evil,
The choice would have been easy;
But often, I find,
It's a struggle between the mind and heart;
and both believe themselves good
With only the best intentions.
223
I wonder how nothing makes a woman;s heart flutter like flowers do.
(Sometimes all you need is a single flower to turn a day from okay to great).
224
These are the stuff I am made of,
The days that merge into the nights;
but let it not define who I am for you;
Let me the one your heart runs to;
The runway from where you fly high and away.
225
Dancing in the wind
Twirling in its embrace
I remain deliriously unfazed
Better things are yet to come.
226
For all her hopes and dreams,
Her yesterdays and her tomorrows,
There is but one constant theme:
Love ---
In every crevice of her soul;
In every single moment of her existence.
This is her meaning.
This is her truth.
And it consumes her ...
Even when it is logical to hate.
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