A Place Called Love
Love is not a thing we feel
It's a place where hearts can grow
An unseen land where dreams are born
And travel to and fro
A place where heartbeats beat the same
Where memories can be made
A place to dance beneath the stars
With no music being played
Where hugs and kisses stand in line
And taught to wait their turn
A place where tears are cast aside
And hearts are taught to yearn
Where honesty lives and learns to thrive
A place we practice trust
Where battles are fought and won each day
Against that thing called lust
Love is a place where lovers go
A land where commitment is free
A special place where hearts can grow
A place we long to be
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