It's just another love song.

Practice singing love songs.

Just a thought.

What else?

Measuring love in the half full glass. I'd heard about that.

Who would I be if I practiced that?

More love!

Oooooooohaaaaaaa.

I'm writing my heart straight into that. Coming?

Fill it up...

I see love...mirroring...just outside...just there...

It's in that snow pile, held in lurch on the branch of a brave wintering hemlock tree...

It's smiling, when I look at it that way, my love back to me.

If I let it.

I see love. It's in the big lake.

Grey, moving, ripples not breaking...

How can something so amass, seem so hard and so soft? Togethering. All the things it destined itself to be.

In love!

It shines - cold, bleak, warm at the same time in the deep, back.

The trick is in the receive.

Can we handle or do we fumble with the pass?

Its gift is given so so pure - freely.

Why would I deject that?

Hunger. Shrinks your stomach.

So...

Let's definitely not think. Of that.

Let's sing. Just one line...

"What's your favourite love song?", she kindly asks.

Hmmmmmm...

True Love.

I'll start with that. Let the angels decide what the best match will be from that. My angels that design my music match playlists never disappoint.

Thank you angels of love...for teaching me how to receive the vibration strong enough to bring my own True Love song back, to life.

Much love. Aha. Mhhhmmmmm. And all that 😉 ♥️