In the beginning love is simple. Your heart beats, everything splendid. The first memory of love has no pain, no hurt, no idea of anything less than ecstasy. You are in the moment of pure bliss. Remember when your heart moved and you felt so unimaginably decadent with joy? Those innocent to love experience pure love, because once we have in our mind the "idea" of love and build expectation, it is like a train bound for no where. It is in the presence, where there is no concept of what should be, but just the sheer elation of true union.
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Wow, this is a profound, beautiful yet simple poem.
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