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Love is...


 
Some say that love is
a box full of something
that will never be long
Some say that love is
a dozen roses that will only wilt away
Some say that love is
a bit pricey and Gold
But if that was love
Anyone Who has,
Money would be loved so dearly
and those with open
Heart and empty pockets can not always
know love
Love for me is not
an object of value, or
Florist with
all known flowers in the
human race ,but a
act or word of kindness that comes from the
heart

 

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