K.I.S.S.
K.I.S.S.
When I found what love was to you I condemned it, and you, because I thought I was too simply simple.
When I found out what love was to me, I simply found how complicated I was, and how simple I may become.
When I found what Love was to God and what God was to Love… I found everything can be simple.
Keeping It Soulfully Simple.
DeanPeter
Writing, righting, riding on the wind……..!
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