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You Just Ain_t Getting it

You Just Ain't Getting It

You just ain't getting it!
Love does not come in quantity
Given in calculated doses
and rendered at permissible times.

No, love flows at its' own unchartered whims
Attracting and distracting me
It brushed away all my defenses
and made me a madwoman
willing to risk dangerous ground for the beloved.

You just ain't getting it!
This love that has called me it's own
Is given no mercy by your stares of defiant refusal.
Listen now
Feel it now.
There is a wondrous freeing wind that blows beyond your
comprehension.
Let it sweep away the debris; the shroud that covers your heart.
Stand free and exposed.
Come out of the darkness of fear
and receive the love you have always been waiting to share.

You just ain't getting it!

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