love is

love moves with the wind,
and flys with the birds.

love is never in one place.

love climbs the mountain,
and lumps to fall.

love is a energy thing to do.

love lies sometime,
love crys sometimes.

love is a grate felling to feel.

and sometimes love dies to.





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