I wrote on the entrance to my heart with bold letters "DO NOT ENTER!" Love came along took a hard good long look at the sign and said to the spring flowers, "look guys I can't read this but it looks quite inviting!" Love is illiterate at its most essential place, it does what it does not to be rewarded or to become someone's hero or heroine. Love like the trees, gives its oxygen abudantly to all without seeking a recompanse. Ready or not, here I come! You need oxygen children you just don't know how to keep it clean yet. Let go of your intelectual need to understand, let love lead you now my child, surrender!

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