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Born of love.. November connected with February to conceive me.. In union of massive fusion; I was birthed out of love.. I relented, my world turning around in favour of me.. Receiving merry, even Mary can testify.. I went relentless just to know what this gift, Aunty Gifty sent me without an inch of resentment.. My moment, a frolic one far my narcissistic for it never bores.. Boredom can't be incited in this vicinity simply because excitement has signed an unending contract with me.. Transcending into eternity and beyond.. Engaging my spree moment with its free; freedom, doom on my part if I abuse it, sake of, it's accuser is stressfulness.. Born out of love.. Loving in the dimension of God's divine glory, regardless of the tension created to disrupt this memorable day.. A day so memorable because a prince matured into a king was born to rule in the dynasty of love perpetual.. Wandering in love, just in wonder of this great measure of love fed on his ...

It was terrifying.. Horrific; oh I think, am in a terrific aura, all in the name of laxity, when anxiety came paying homage without invitation.. Doom on my part.. This love we were nurturing was to be thriving in freedom.. Here is it, striving to evade its unanticipated doom.. Like Edom who always went contrary to God's command, so is our love life not responding affirmatively to the rhythm of love.. Let not just awaken love, only when it's due, but rather seek to nurture it, till it's able to transcend against its transients.. Perhaps, we may become epitome of it, lecturing the naive ones, just to also enjoy, this kind of  love with no regrets someday, this; we are about to feast, one-day, perpetually! "Love may wander in slow motion, yet it never stoops so low in wonder of its past errs”.. –ìOrel                                   ¦-.ìOrel.•°©.•° 24 .•° 12 .•° 19.-¦