Love
Love is purple.
It smells like fresh flowers.
It tastes like chocolate melting in your mouth.
It sounds like a heart pounding.
It feels like the warmth from a fire.
It looks like a goodbye hug in an airport.
Love is a hurricane, sweeping you off your feet.
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