I suppose I do not give us enough credit. We have instincts as old as the earth. We feel the pull of a tide even if we do not understand it. We know another soul like a flower knows the sun. Love is simple. At the end of the day, love conquers all. To find a mate that truly loves and cares, that is a blessing. Our blood sings a tune and another responds with a melody. No words can reach the depths of this instinct. Love is cool and smooth, and runs deep as a current beneath the earth. It is eternity in a name.
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