Love
What is love? Who can tell? Of what makes hearts beat and bosoms swell
It is like a dream strong and true that beckons with light and draws you through
It speaks with a whisper of a summer breeze
It is meant to be reverenced
Not laughed at or teased
It feels like soft rain falling in spring
Ah yes love is a wonderful thing!
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