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Love


Love,

A word that many think they know,

But sadly just don't get.

Love is not the way you wear your clothes,

Not the make-up you put upon your face,

Nor is it the attention of other to notice you in a crowd.

Love is a feeling so deep that finding it is a journey.

A journey full of up and down , 

but at the end you realize that it was all worth it.

we are all destined for love , 

We just have to be patient.

For love , takes time.

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