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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