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Love Is
Love
is a magical song Carried
on a summer's breeze; It
dances under rays of sun And
whispers through the trees. Love
can be a thunderstorm Traveling
on a mystic wind, it
takes your heart to flight. Love
is walking through the leaves That
crackle 'neath your shoes; On
a blustery autumn day Love’s
reddish-golden hues. Love
is the sparkling white of
freshly fallen snow; 'neath
the mistletoe. Love
is a delicate flower Blooming
in your soul; It
opens up to touch your heart And
leaves you feeling whole. Love
is sparked by a lover's touch Then
turns a roaring fire; The
passion burns inside us all If we give in to desire.
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