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From the first beginning's of our existence, happiness was expressed by: poets in poem, paintings, music...
all this, beauteous. What is happiness? Its a mood: peace of soul, light of soul which entails knowledge of oneself...Its not necessary to make efforts to be happy, just love the people around you unconditionally, give to them your best. Happiness is simple. We don't need to complicate our lives. You can have happiness! My fool happiness was when I brought my spiritual and physical self together. The wonder of wonders...Him. All my life I waited for someone to make me happy, to complete me. I was waiting for my destiny to arrive. I counted the days, noted in my journal the days that passed without Him: ...Today is sunny...I would love to have a vision of him. Today spring arrived: infusing the color of perfumed flowers on my soul...I am awaiting my destiny... , Its raining....rain in my soul.. I still wait.... my love, I know he is coming to me...." All the time I was waiting,I dedicated poems to him without knowing him....I loved him in silence, adored and venerated him like a God ... Now I love Him even more there has never been a love in my life like Him. HE is my soul, my eyes, my lips, my tears, my air, my smile. ...everything to me... I can't imagine living without Him. He is all I have precious in this world: MY LOVE! My love for him is eternal from now til forever ...and for the next life ... Our love is eternal even after the end of our existence, our love will be life in my soul fleeting across the Universe. The secret of happiness consist of: unconditional love and the gift of wanting nothing back. I love him today more than I love the blue of the sky, or the green of the trees ... everything else is calculated until the last atom in the Universe.
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