Long did I suffer my Autumns’ free fall of withering doubt; surrendering almost life to my Winter’s bitter chill of frozen desperation; but with my Spring’s gentle rains came patience blossoming to joy; remembered now in my Summer sun shining, what was always there, bliss sublime, the perfection of LOVE.

LOVE abhors our desperation, but waits ever patiently for our panic to pass…

just LOVE…
Kip Baldwin 
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“Perfect love is perfectly patient.” ~ Neal A. Maxwell