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I thought I knew what love was before I met you, but boy was I wrong. 

Love was pink and red with flowers and kisses

Love was begging for forgiveness,

when I did nothing wrong

Love was constantly wondering if I was still enough

Love was a mind game trying to read someone's mind

Love was wondering if love was still mine. 

With you;

Love is long curly hair and the dark shades of brown in your eyes

Love is kind, love is funny, love is late night phone calls 

and arguing about who loves who more

Love is support 

Love is whole-hearted, no matter the flaws

Love is the best thing that has happened to me

and I can't thank you enough

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