How foolish to think we love only with our hearts,
for the heart is but a blood-pumping organ with a purpose.
When I love, I wish to love with every inch of my being.
With my lips and my fingertips,
with my arms and my actions,
with my freckles and my flaws,
with my wrinkles and my scars,
with my breath and my words.
With all that I am, for as long as I am.
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