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An Honest Explanation
It is not by choice that I obtain
elation from
your memory, nor is it by will that I
crave the
you of our past. If truth be my
means of
expression, then at best, the excuse
for my
affection is equated with complexities
of
conscious and convolutions of a soul,
Or is lost within the depth of the
meaning of life.
To confess such devotion, over the
years,
became an act of attempting to
breathe,
yet to offer reason for why a heart
loves
is to elucidate ineffable emotion.
Though the question deftly wields
validity,
The answer...is the meaning of a
dream.
Yet, I render this humble
explanation:
"The reason my heart longs for
yours
is the same my mind yearns for
diction.
In it, I discovered something deeper
than
breaths. Within diction, I found
meaning,
And within your existence...I found
faith."
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