something that you can write down. Maybe Love is one of those things that poets and novelists and songwriters will forever talk about but never grasp fully.
But perhaps it is my faults and sins that prevent me from knowing what Love Truly is. Maybe my apostasy, my half-faith prevents me from knowing Love.
Maybe Love is giving up all of your Self. Maybe Love is absence of Self, subservience to Another.
I stopped believing, You start to move
(She was like wine turned to water then turned back to wine)
I stopped my leaving and the better man bloomed
(And you can pour us out and we won't mind)
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