mysterious!
when you love there is a tug a pull at your heartstrings to a person.
when you feel agape, there is a pull at every part of your body, every tiny microscopic part of you from your arm hairs to your atoms.
it is not only lust, not love for friends or family or romance or self-love, but a never-ending, everlasting love that spreads out across the nations and world and fills the heart and souls of every living and non-living person, animal, object. even if you don't know that it's there, the beating of it fills your body whenever you feel, whenever you do sometime you really truly love.
oh, the mystery of love and life!
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AGAPE, Poetry
Poetry" 𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕 form of love . . . in which...i tell stories of love for i can not experience the love myself. or , in which i write poetry and prose.
