The Force; that keeps and creates all life exceeds every race, age and gender...
Like a snowflake falling upon the perfect "Frosty the Snowman"...thy cry of thy desires of childhood dreams...
That perfect addition that falls and perforates, that creates the perfect piece of art..as the perfect snowman as a child, one could hope that adulthood perfect love could that will incorporate that :)
Cannot childhood dreams and adult inadequacies become one?
Love is love...like everything...it's shades of the most intricate, beautiful, complicated work of art of the most unknown, unhonored artist...in this world only. Beyond, is what dreams are made of...those that smell of pastries and things you feel not guilty of :)
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