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by Marque


My love, not always but now, a free flowing spring from the depths of my heart.  You, glorious and Devine lover of my soul.  Our love anew, spontaneous flow.  I neither deserve or purchased yet I sought it out and sprang forth from a dark void until I received from you. No more hindrance.  No more drawback.  I love you freely, sincerely, deeply. You may rest here upon my promise of true, undying love.  

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