For the fear of being vulnerable or simply spotted. Love only first emerges from the heart as a deer does from the forest. Will the heart reach the flowing river and drink in its knowledge of lands passed, and carried. bits torn off and pieces left behind, gravel, mulch and soil turned by nature's flow as is the love of a man. lovers are the stream of the soul smoothing and shaping the heart as if it were a stone being gently tossed and tumbled, until polished and smooth. only once this has happened will mother nature answer the call of the heart.
-Of all the streams i have traveled this will be the last.
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