How beautiful
What a beautiful thing it is to have been loved...where you're flying, and each day is filled with richer colors.A moon to call your own, a heart sold to you.Nothing matters when you've fallen and been caught.Nowhere to go; you're held in clouds.So delicate..pure..safe...you've found heaven and earth.The world becomes ten shades brighter when you're loved.When you and another can become vunerable and shatter walls;when there is nothing holding you back,life is bliss.Oh nothing compares to endless joy.The best of me and the best of you.What a beautiful thing is is to have been loved...But how tragic it is to have been lost.
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