Words are like seeds, and we are all farmers. Be conscious of what you plant in another person’s heart.

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Soluble Bonds

I speak to you the language of my soul —

not from a piece, but the whole —

you will not hear it, you see your way —

so what is left for us to say?

Once, I gazed into your eyes

and saw a willing compromise …

that twinkling gleam, now turned stone,

crushes the heart and chills the bone.

Two became one, now becoming two —

Is this what you dreamed when you said, “I do?”