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Curitiba, 29 de Março de 2024
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ícone This is called love…
 

You appeared like the soft melody that's brought by the breeze. You've grown in the silence of my soul and you've become a frame for my living.

This is called venture.

There is something in you I can see in your eyes like a shining star in a filled sky. You show it in a smile like a song played by the harp of the winds.

This is called tenderness.

Without looking you notice me, without speaking you talk to me, without touching me you embrace me.

This is called sensibility.

When I get lost in dark labyrinths, you show me the way back.

When I expose my many flaws, you pretend you don't notice them.

If I get crazy, you take me back to my senses.

This is called compassion.

On days in which hours pass slowly, meaningless and without light, in your arms I find comfort.

When the happy summer days are over, and fall comes to take their place, filling the ground with brown leaves, and the exuberant green changes into gray,

in your arms I find harmony.

This is called coziness.

When you are far away, in the mirror of your missing I see reflected the certainty of our encounter.

At nights with no stars, when darkness embraces everything with its dark cloak, you show me the chariot of dawn, which comes to wake the day up with its caresses of light.

This is called hope.

When the tide of problems seems to drawn my strength in its waves, in your arms I find a comforting nest.

If sadness is around my days, bringing worries and pain, your presence brings me tranquility.

You are a beam of sunlight on dark days.

You are a gorgeous bird which beautifies the blue amplitude of the sky.

You are soul and heart.

You are a poem and a song.

You are tenderness and dedication.

You do not impose anything, understand it all and forgive everything.

Your companionship is a sweet melody, is an invitation for living...

...And all this is called love!

It comes up after the illusory clouds of passion disperse, when the soul shows itself naked, with no makeup, with no fantasies, with no masks...

Finally, love is this feeling that grows everyday, like a flower that changes from a bud by the smoothest kiss of the sun...

This is what really is called love!

Spiritist Moment Team.
May 25.2009.

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