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Love is a brittle thing A fragile thing If its payed attention to And allowed to grow It becomes a beautiful thing But still fragile It can still be crushed And shattered If exploited, it cracks That crack can be mended But it can also spread Until it breaks But if the right person Comes sometime later They can put it back together Like a puzzle Sometimes the puzzle Has many pieces And takes a while To put together But the finished product Is equally as beautiful If not more so As how it began