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What love means to me


Friendship.

During warm rays of sunshine or the cold drops of rain, a stranger 

brings a memory to forever remain.

It starts with a smile and brightens each day, a special ingrediatient in every which way.

Love.

A language with absolutely no need for words.

Understood by you, me and even the birds.

Love sweetens what's bitter and

already sweet. It's love that I live with each day that I greet.

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