Its Love
Its the brisk breeze on a summer day
Its the butterflies that flutter within
Its the smiles that could brighten the room
Its the stars that shine at night
Its the anxiousness built up from waiting
Its the burst of excitment when it appears.
It cant be bought. It is felt.
It is Love.
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