There is a goodness to true love. I am reading a love
story. The odd thought coming to mind. That even in sadness, there is goodness. A
spiritual fulfillment. A beauty beyond words. That's why I have to take this
real life story slowly. Let it permeate. And percolate. Into the soul. True
love gives an elegance to life. Beyond the words. Over the horizon. In a sense,
pure poetry is lived. Not written. The protagonist is reaching for the
beyond. That is what I am feeling. Sensing. Really, I am happy
for the genuine true lover. In that he
has transformed sadness into happiness. That's how I am summing up his life. He
has been blessed. In a beautiful round-about way. Yes, life is strange and
mysterious and wonderful. He knows it, too. He has come into true
consciousness. Having reached a new
realm. A new dimension. –Jim Broede
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