Every. Single. Day

Every day I acknowledge the flowers and their colors begging me for a glance.
I buy something sweet in my groceries, my tongue deserves kindness for practicing words of joy, every day.
I paint messages of love and I write love poems whenever I feel inspired.
I play love songs, on repeat.
I remember to love even the most difficult and that takes practice, every day.
Infinite love lasts longer than a few hours in February.
Forever blessed, forever blessed...loving.

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