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Old Love, New Love

The balcony of love, is the outer edge, but it's the deep inside, where you make your pledge. Beauty I've heard, is only skin deep, but it's the core inside, that's worthy to keep. . Looks, they pass with each tick of the clock, and a fertile heart of love, is the only place to plant your crop. Love can be simple, but at times, a train wreck, love can be worked at...or just say, "what the heck.'" Love can be fun. with a partner so true, then again, it can make you so miserable, you won't know what to do. Love is excitement, by just a brush of the hand, or it can be the worst thing, ever encountered by man. Love can be happiness that makes you smile, or it can be jealousy, that puts you on trial. Old love, new love, which is best, no answer here, for very few, pass the test. .

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