LETTERS TO DESTINY © 2012

Of all the drawings,

The one I would most desire,

Would not be made of perfect lines,

But of love that silently inspires.

A perfect heart to love,

That seeks not exterior perfection,

But molds itself in life's touch,

Pulsing with truth and affection.

It would be a simple heart,

Drawn with strokes of compassion,

Able to heal the world's wounds

And embrace all with dedication.

This drawing, invisible to the eyes,

Would be the masterpiece of creation,

A perfect heart to love,

Made from the essence of pure emotion.

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