Anything worthwhile has limits, So too must your heart.
Know it well; learn to limits of your compassion. It's an act of balancing; loving yourself and fellow beings,
Boundless love, is for the Gods. We are not Gods; nor are we loving Gods alone. "Love", is seen through sacrifice, compassion, honesty and respect.
Where even one of these is absent, it is not love.
It is a farce; a failed mimic.
Love can drive even the sanest mad,
Unleashing lunacy; perhaps even desperation,
Learn the limits of your love, and you will have mastered it.
Which is far better than such a mirage mastering you.
~Rosetta 🥀
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