Simone de Beauvoir/love 

Separating the mold into two beings 

Expectant of their future encounter 

The angel whispered to them -

 

Go and Love soothingly

Not with incessant validation or lustful reassurance

Rather patient partnership that plants peace 

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Go and Love slowly

Not with rushed and erratic delivery

rather gradual grace that grants growth

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Go and Love peacefully 

Not with the intensity of a supernova

Rather as gentle glowing giants gathering into galaxies 

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Go and Love serenely

Not as rattling waters that torment ships

Rather tender tides that bring sailors safely home