Love is Like A Four-Leaf Clover
Love is like a four-leaf clover
in an infinite field of three-leaf clovers.
Someone looks for the four-leaf and, at times, will pick up an ordinary clover,
mistakenly thinking it was a four-leaf.
That person may give up,
to search another day.
But after all the frustration and disappointment
in which the person went through,
once that person finds the four-leaf,
he/she will feel a sense of relief and happiness.
Because like love, it gives one those feelings,
for that person knows that what his/her has is real,
not a three-leaf clover.
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