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The True Meaning of Love

Love is a slow kiss goodnight.
It’s anticipation.

Love is flirting outrageously and still remembering that the person at your side is not obligated to do anything.
It’s respect.

Love is an imperfection in yourself not bothering you.
It’s acceptance.

Love is passing up an opportunity because the time isn’t right yet.
It’s patience.

Love is a back massage that starts above the hairline and ends around the insoles.
It’s exploration.

Love is not having to say “Let’s make love,” because you know what the other person wants.
It’s understanding.

Love is being given an honest chance to say no when you thought you were committed.
It’s consideration.

Love is both of you remembering protection.
It’s responsibility.

Love is saying the perfect phrase to make a solemn embrace dissolve into giggles.
It’s humor.

Love is being told “Stop and I’ll kill you”.
It’s desire.

Love is reviewing the damage to your living room and realizing personal effects are strewn in a clockwise pattern from the front door to the bedroom.
It’s abandonment.

Love is seeing what your lover really looks like for the first time.
It’s truth.

Love is knowing what time it is and not caring.
It’s joy.

Love is the arms around you tightening their embrace.
It’s ecstasy.

Love is seeing a new side of a person you thought you knew.
It’s renewal.

Love is telling a person if you have to leave, you will let them sleep, and being told they would rather be woken.
It’s tenderness.

Love is waking up to find the subject of the dream you were having asleep on your shoulder.
It’s where fantasy meets reality.

Love is being there to wake your lover. Slowly.
It’s sensuousness.

Love is belatedly knowing why you bothered to buy a queen-sized bed three years ago.
It’s practicality.

Love is two people only taking up a third of a queen-sized bed.
It’s closeness.

Love is knowing you gave the extra set of keys to your apartment to the right person.
It’s trust.

Love is saying good-bye and knowing you will be back by mutual consent.
It’s faith.

Love is stretching your arms and discovering the real meaning of the word “sore”.
It’s a lesson in human frailty.

Love is opening your medicine cabinet and finding your tube of toothpaste turned into a pretzel.
It’s adaptation.

Love is sitting at the window, looking out and remembering who you were with the night before.
It’s reflection.

Love is hearing the weather forecast for a winter storm and wishing you could spend it in bed with your lover.
It’s loneliness.

Love is stories that will never be told.
It’s personal.

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SIN

Sex is not sin
Love is making sin
In is the one of the
Loving life

That is selfish
So love making SIN
Sin is not for sex why…?
Sex is making
New men and women
In the world…

World people
Are loving
with life
Life also SIN…!
Only with love
Dreams
For morden world ? ?

Sin is making
Above thats it…

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