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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