The legacy of love,
a rightful heirship of love.
the heart must break a million times
until it has creaked open a pinhole.
through this miniature orifice,
the scented breeze of love enters,
ventilating the ancient dark corners.
until one has stopped begging for love,
or even giving it away.
the heart remains a restful seat
where love is
the art of ” being It”……
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