Love is a flower
it grows
it buds
it blooms
Love is a shadow
it moves
it’s still
it hides
Love is preoccupied
it gives
it shares
it takes
Love is the heart, beating, dancing, it cries and yearns
Love is deceptive, willful and wanting, fading and dying
Love concurs
Love aquicends
it’s smooth
it’s rough
it’s molded
Love shines, not gold, not diamonds, rubies or sapphires
Love is there, it stares, whether you look back or not
Love is all things, and to all Inescapable
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