Finding Perfect Love
Finding perfect love takes more than effort and grit,
it's like seeking a needle hidden in a heap of hay;
lucky you, if you can find it on a very sunny day...
when that joy is captured and held into your firm grip.
Finding a rare rose without thorns isn't very easy,
it's like seeking a needle hidden in a heap of hay;
at first, you may suddenly give up and be lonesome again,
but what would you gain, if all your search were done in vain?
Finding a faithful heart among those that love to cheat,
it's like seeking a needle hidden in a heap of the hay;
don't choose a narrow road and straddle on your feet...
take chances when nothing can turn into hard clay.
Finding perfect love is not loving foolishly and then quickly cleave,
it's like seeking a needle hidden in a heap of hay;
why wait for a rainbow...if the storm has gone away?
Change yourself and be that someone who promises not to leave.
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