Love ways

THE FILES IN MY HEART ARE CLEARLY MARKED, BURRIED TREASURES/PRICELESS MEASURES. LOVE IS PLEASURE AND PAIN WITH TEXTURES, A RADICAL GESTURE THAT CONTROLS AND CAPTURES. EXPLANATIONS DECIPHERED IN LOOSE TRANSLATIONS. THE LANGUAGE OF LOVE FEELS NAUGHTY BY NATURE. TAKE THIS LOVE THAT I HAVE FOR THIS COMMUNICATION, IT EXPRESSES ITSELF, I JUST LOVE TO HELP. I COULD NEVER CONVEY THE SIZE NOR SPACE, THE UNIVERSE THAT I LAY, A MERE INTRO CLICHE. HOW DO I LOVE THE? HARDER THAN HATE! LOVING THIS LANE, AND THAT'S SOME TYPE OF WAY...