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Love is a flower
Whose petals always bloom
Love is a breeze
In the seashore,
Love is an unfinished poem
Always being written,
Love is spring
With aromatic perfumes,
Love is a mountain
You climb in a night,
It\'s a fountain
You drink from in flight,
Love is a heart
In delicious delight,
A heart that beams,
A heart that warms,
A heart that gives,
A heart that hugs,
A heart that surrenders;
Love is so many things,
It\'s nearly all the
world
In one word.
The unfinished poem
Always being written,
Love is the feeling
That wraps your soul
In a thousand rose petals,
It\'s eyes
In the most beautiful color
Love is running
Towards the stars,
It\'s a hug
When you most need it,
It\'s so many things,
But most of all,
Love is
A song written for you
Sang to you
When everything
And everyone
in the world is silent.