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Hokey Pokey

Love, to me, is caring without caring holding on while letting go Screaming silently, in joy, Saying what you want, without saying a thing, Laughing with your eyes, because it means so much more. Love, to me, means showing who you are, --- because you want to. Love is, doing the little things, out of habit. Love is, learning that she is always right, --- and if she isn't, you'll fix it for her. I believe in love and that it can happen --- but like a fine house, it must be built, --- not bought. I believe, no matter what color you paint that house --- If it isn't happy inside it shows outside. I know love is real and that I can have it --- I don't know when --- I don't know who --- I don't know where --- I do know when love has been sent --- I will discover what it means....

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