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Love, what is my oh so fair love?
Is it the feeling of getting a new toy as a child?
Or the warmth the sun gives the flowers?
Love.
To put it simply.
Love is us.
Love is the feeling of your warmth.
Like the flowers never wanting the sun to leave.
Love is the feeling of watching you talk.
Like the sun brightening even the cloudiest of days.
Love is the feeling of your touch.
Like the sun gently caressing the most precious of flowers.
Love my dear is us.
And I pray that I never lose my sun.
For if I did my ravishing flowers would wither and lose their love forever.
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