With my love, for love I do everything, I give you tenderness, joy, peace, truth of children, I envelop you, I hold you in hand, I embrace you, I keep you close and love you.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ I embrace you and I will attract all of you to me.→ With my love , for love I do everything , I give you tenderness , joy , peace , truth of children , I envelop you, I hold you in hand , I embrace you, I keep you close and love you.→ Love between me and you is not disappointing , it is full and embraces the whole existence between me and you.→ You are woven into love , embraced by love , part of me and a big part as I am in love .
→ My love overwhelms and makes you free , free to love , free in the knowledge towards me, free in joy , in a freedom that makes my children in the continuous desire to look for me, to love me, to be completely mine .→ My substance is the formula of love and coherence of knowledge .→ The knowledge of my love is the essence of my origin , the blossoming of the belief of my children , who enter into me, are part of me, the knowledge of their own thoughts and the thoughts that make you slaves .→ Now the Lord needs this encounter , this union achievable with knowledge in love , he is here with you, he desires love , he does not want to be neglected and pushed away .
→ In front of love I am moved like a child by the sweetness of a mother and the tenderness of a father .→ Each encounter is tender sweetness and love .→ I love you with tenderness , with sweetness , always, first and for ever.→ When my child discovers this beauty , knowledge , he can no longer do without me, belong to me, stay with me and I am enough .→ The world invades my son overwhelmingly , in anguish , it has no law , no rule of love , it uses means that overwhelm , it destroys every one of my sons until it plunges him into destruction , it uses my son , it takes possession of my son without delicacy , without gentleness , without love , it struggles to possess , to use my son with pain , with torment and with breathlessness .
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