She was never the most beautiful girl in the universe. And she will never be.
Nor she is the kindest. Nor she is the finest.
She is just an ordinary girl, she is simply one among the millions…
… but, to me, she is lovely.
The passing hours turn tasteful when we are together.
Paying attention to her smiles. Observing every little detail of her face.
There’s unspoken joy from the ordinary simplicity,
of she simply being herself, with all her strengths, with all her weaknesses.
In love, she is perfect as she is.
And in love, her simplicity is a bliss.
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Imagine, what could we attain with love?
… for, in love, everything is perfect as it is?
Imagine, what could we attain,
if we can dear ourselves, our life, our own whole being–the way we do to our lover?
… then everything,
everything,
is perfect as it is,
and we drown in infinite bliss…
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… and why keep imagining?
Better stop imagining, and start loving.
Love yourself, love your life, love your whole being. NOW.
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