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True Love is unconditional and being a big old grump myself sometimes yes a big old grizzly ... without my coffee its the treasure for me so very hard to come by in this world, today." Like the sweet sound of breaking the natural freedom of rhyme, and the certain reverence stirring in the spirit of a home that lives only for this, one pure reason."


Seen now and viewed in the likeness of the orange and red brown and yellow of a joyous leaf blowing free in the ease of the wind, and knowing the sound of a new hope rising to greet the greener grasses, thriving amid the perfect beauty growing in plain view of the other side of the morning. Stirring in the depths of your heart and the well, of your soul riding high atop the puffy white clouds above, billowing up to greet the light of Heaven.


Yes those temperate and ever wonderful things. Like the birds chirping fondly and the gentle sounds of my toddlers' laughter, and slippery wet little kisses given by the tender lips of an angel. As you hear a violent shouting wake up, wake up and a rap tap tapping, on Heavens bedroom door. As then your awakened again get up step up onto a buzzer toy. Slip stumble to the challenge of not spilling the coffee, and you dance once more with your lovely Daughter in the kitchen. In front of your wife's Mother and hers sweet Grandmothers picture. Hanging humbly on the wall as you tip your Daughter again extending yourself as you always do each morning to straiten it. As you fumble about teetering holding on to your Daughter on the edge of your feet as she smiles at you as you spill it and yell oh no tenderly and you ask the wife if she could grab the morning paper. 


Yes that freaky tone of a squeaky wet balloon, and the ongoing run of happy little giggles rising to new heights in the pool underneath the glory of the Summer Sun. As your young son splashes chlorine water in your face; and cup ... and so is Love the prize in all its authenticity. 


A true and raw emotion, boldly running, and wildly shouting! "Hey!" "Those certain conditions and ultimatums are just fine, but don't you dare take my morning coffee!""
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