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Here I Go Once Again Falling In Love

Three months ago, I never had any thoughts About, love, loving someone, or being in love, They say a good love is one that sits you down, gives you a drink of water, and pats you on top of the head. But I say a good love is one that casts you into the wind, sets you ablaze, makes you burn through the skies and ignite the night like a phoenix; the kind that cuts you loose like a wildfire and you can't stop running simply because you keep on burning everything that you touch! I say that's a good love; one that burns and flies, and you run with it!” ? C. JoyBell C. If I was to tell you that I saw a rose blooming in the heart of winter No one would believe me, that love struggling to stay afloat. Perhaps, the rose is here to remind us, of something, we’ve have forgotten During the summer's months, (like did we stop and smell the roses)? Such cliché indeed) I never thought of the rose, until two days ago, when I told my friend about That single rose I uses to get ever 6th of the month: That too had stopped when our love for each other was dying like the rose: However, the memory is still here, did I appreciated the rose gestures on the months Yes, I did, I felt love, I felt the warmth inside. It seems like I am going to be alone once again for Christmas But I will think of that single rose, I will drink my eggnog, and baileys Irish Cream But will not bake my goose, but I will relive Past memories, my mistletoe kiss will have to wait, And disguise my disappointment like a true trooper: Laughter brings many positive qualities into the world and into human relationships. I am now seeing, why a laugh, a smile, a body gesture Can make a person feel so good inside, When he smiles at me: And it's because, I open my heart, once again:

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