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LOVE



What is love?
Think about it. It's a four letter word, but do people really understand it?

I heard it in your words that you loved me, I saw it in your actions.

There was only you, there won't be another.

You stole my heart away with your kindness, but I was willing.

I gave you my heart because you deserved it.

Your light shines on me, illuminating my darkness. You confound me, even now.

You pulled me from the pit I'd so willingly fallen into.

I'd never seen a more beautiful sight, the day you reached out for me.

I thought I was good but turns out I wasn't.

I saw the difference. It was clear to me now, you showed me.

I've seen the light, so pure, so true. So why would I ever go back to the darkness?

It ate me alive, that's what it did, but you bandaged me right up.

Now I'm going to pull others out like you once did. Hopefully they won't love the chains like I'd so blindly did.

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Hey guys, I hope you enjoyed this one!!!

Which love do you think is the purest?🤗❤️

Which  kind of love is strong enough to illuminate our lives, and heal us?

P.S this letter was written by me to Jesus.😁

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