I feel it all around me.
Every day its poured on me like syrup on pancakes.
I show it to people without question, not even knowing at the time that I am.
It has caused countless miracle and broken hearts, but never lets us down.
It is truly what sets us apart from everything else.
It is what we were created in the image of.
Created like it, to preform it.
Yet I still don't know what it is.
How to truly show, or receive, it.
If only there were a manual on it.
Some grand book to show us how to live it.
But of course, I have the manual, several copies just in my bedroom.
Even those are to complicated for my simple mind to ever comprehend True Love.
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