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Love

Love … The power of power rests in her hands She syndicates two together to generate voluminous. She is so-called pressure by others for imperceptible she is, but then vintages prominence A thin stripe divorces her from abhorrence but she outshines him Her implication is just an approximating of salt, noted in absents You never would make it without her in the course of the journey She makes hard paths soft and easy to manoeuvre The lone endorser of darlingness, understanding, and obedience in men. Who would make it deprived of her? Even the Royals and Potentates needs her. She is the treasures of life and the motive for living which brands living, living. Schools, churches and homes and associates make her their goddess The integrations of humans typically consequences due to her and in her absents wouldn’t amalgamations decease? Hate her and lust, hate, envy then see if even a dog needs you. Those who hates her are swim the pools of hardship and death alive. Mighty Gods stands fr the mortals due to her soft power of uniting even the different She has been a major reality of life and a vanguard of living for millenniums The mighty queen of life who runs beneath hearts even of evil ones. Only those who chose her made it and those who fail crumble in the paths of hatred lust jealousy and envy which leads to disaster The blind one makes two different ones, one to extinguish trouble She makes the world a better place, not for her it would have been hell on earth The lone princess of Venus, natural love is an integral part of life.

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