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Love

Sunday, November 19, 2006

Love

Love is like a warm blizzard
In the summer month of June
Love is to kiss you at night
While being halfway to the moon

Love is like a warm shower
But your fingers never prune
Love is to watch the shining stars
While sitting upon a grassy dune

Love is wanting to stop time
While it goes on by too soon
Love is like a band aid
It patches and heals all wounds

Love embedded in time
Love on this Sunday afternoon
Love is me
Love is you

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