If, rose petals laid bare, scented with love’s sweet crimson hue, be likened to colorful butterflies, fluttering one’s heart like confetti, moving to the innermost? Would it feel like pops of color, organic strips of joy’s allure, painting a portrait of love, enhanced by the breadth of its charm? What if, brightly colored bits of love, pierced through the veil of indifference, would its perception be changed? Love’s celebratory triumph, in its wondrous expression, breathless streams of its hues. Its festive nature, shedding the narrative, love on its own could never shift, the state one’s point of view? ish like tones, never indicative of love’s intrinsic characteristics. When life falls apart, broken moments don’t define, what its nuances empower, worth that can’t be denied. Bottled up feelings, releasing bursts of emotion, but with love in the air. Become moments in life, enriched by love’s innate ability, the aspects of its fertility. Droplets of its essence, its beautiful hue cascading, like confetti!
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A Love Story! 
If only I could linger longer in this dreamy and celebratory scene. 🦋🌹🎊 Had a wonderful visit here. Thank you, Warren.
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🙏🏽🙏🏽😊
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Wonderful portrayal of love ❤️.
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Blessings!🙏🏽
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This could be the signal of a celebration, or the beginnings of it. Perhaps it is the movement of what is happening with the realization of the acceptance of love in the broken hearts daring to let love in again. Blessings.
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Indeed! Love renewed daily, the heart and soul refreshed profoundly, by the breadth of God’s love!
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😊
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Now that a beautiful thought…love raining down like confetti 💕🎊
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God’s love, the reign of its existence!🙏🏽😊
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You have such a creative imagination. I enjoyed your analogy.
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Blessings to you!🙏🏽
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