Love
It is like a snowflake
A fresh one is nice and white
The longer it goes it might not last the fight
You touch it to much it will break
It is beautiful
It is two people bound by soul
In the end some snowflakes melt
And people drift apart
Like snow in the wind
Just to meet others
And then it will begin again
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