"The "Isn't Love", Not Best First , To Find "Is Love" ! "

I could have had the world, and then I thought I did, but that wasn't bad enough ! I could have had love left alone, pure and clean, without my help. I could have had me as well, left alone made right best in the friendship of real love, like the ducks, birds, and bees.

This isn't me ! How can I ever be for real ? Pride hides me in a place where no one can ever find me. I can't even find me ! I see what I fear, in the day, and at night, "I know not, what is waiting, to come or go, and my own imagination only hurts me more. There's no love offered in my own imagination. Everything I do I fear, even more than the night itself.

To find a world without kisses, and to find even more love. To hope for more than what is offered here, takes more than me, I fear even in my so called leadership. To take the truth, like the dollar, leaves love offered as but a left-over.

They come to cook up the truth for me, and I hate to eat it up, more than on one side ! I need true imagination in love back, as it once was, when love came still without kisses. Wind of nature that came to kiss me once, without lips better. To be kissed beyond the lip of the lie, of the tongue, and eye alone, may do me well beyond the serving of others unto my own self, who took to, the eat without real love to begin with.

How do I know this ? I know not what love is, but only mainly in isn't form ? My life is backwards, and is needs to come first best, and than what love isn't latter. Do you come to live with yourself, as isn't natured first ? Do they come to you as well, with what love isn't first ? Where are those of old what is love people first up and running ? Has so called success came without love is first ?

Move love best, and it comes to stay with you, better than the best of meals, in the is first world. Come to let me hurt myself without love, so I would like to think, but why ? Come to let me pleasure myself, with what love isn't first, and I find more than you yet still, and "It hurts even more day after day, to say I love you".

To know what love isn't, and then come to deny it, so as to only make so called life easier for the me, who I think I am. I love in my own way, but can't live without love ahead of me, so it seems. Love is not far behind me, I would like to think, " I'm realizing that, love doesn't begin with me", and wants me, beyond human !

Soul beyond human alone ? Life without kisses, love me more even so love of personality and marry me of never seeing me of flesh ? The Internet marriage, changes the way for some best. Will this come to ever be, or is it already ? The marriage of personality alone in real love perhaps better than of fleshly desire ? Where is the personality of soul, "Internet Minister of Marriage" ? The personality alone marriage, may offer a better opportunity to last, compared to what's going on now, with extra helpings placed on top of and then some of what was once real love, better off left alone !

Makes a whole new meaning out of, "Please don't come, to hide the left-overs". Do hide them, but without the covering that makes the seek of the hide harder to find, if at all ! So is it with so called love, but a covering of fleshly nature, and fooling you beyond your senses, where there's not even any point in wishing nor wanting to call it a number to be remembered ,of sixth sense, so called worth, or what have you.

Love me tender, of personality best first in the "Is Love" first mode. Then should you make the before the mistake can ever be, cause of never knowing to begin with, "Do it with faith, in all things" never-the-less, as the seek may find the hide alone beyond you with your own footsteps entering in some as well. Love has found it before you, and love is covered as well beyond the so called left-overs best. Love comes best, and hides best as well, to offer even more in the hiding by it's many graces. To many seeks to find for one soul alone, and all is much better than good !

Is this you, is this me, or is this the "Is Love" first and still to come best even more-so latter, I would hope, perhaps with you, my married more than wife alone in love ? Never to see you, of flesh alone, may mean to see even more of you, worth seeing best, unlike those of the normal marriage picture. Best for them perhaps, but trying to leave perhaps more alone, much more often ! To live a life, and come to see it more full of the out of ordinary find from the seek, and to stare in faith, and find love beyond the ants work. To see a-new, and more than come to bathe in it ! What's new with your, "Is Love" best first world, to see beyond the once worldly finds alone ?

Is there no blessing to forsake that which is normal ? To take on normal is a heavier load than one at first in the "Isn't Love" first world more often than not, would think. Love, why can't I admit, that I don't know of all you are, than to dismiss you as a whole in my own mind?