See your love with every eye.
The eye of love.
And the forever eye.
Love is beauty.
And it's not to be forgotten.
How much we fight for love,
To always stay.
We see love in our eyes every day.
To never stop loving,
Whatever the case,.
Never say I am blind to love.
As no one is blind,
Everyone can love.
They just have to see their real love.
They are next to you at every step.
Thinking of them wherever they are.
It could be that you haven't meant them yet.
But you are always in their minds.
Waiting to be found.
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