Power of love
Could it it be that four months ago I found the meaning of love.
Blessed with a bundle of fur and wet kisses, I met the love of my life.
for once I had no selfish thoughts, words, or actions, I put His needs over mine.
I
was no longer important.
In time I realized that he loved me more than he loved himself and I loved him more than I loved myself ...
we fell into a mutual relationship of conpainionship.
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