Love never ends while joy transcends...
To chase away despair, we love and we desire for a joyous affair; to love is being higher. And lest our heart's well-fed, it will take another: a lover who's well-bred, and not any other. Love goes on forever; it never ends or dies, or ceases, if ever, and bars its own demise. So, if love's unending, then our joy's transcending.
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