Like a new fallen snow, a fresh beginning. Like a baby, innocent and expectant. Like a flower, frail but beautiful. Like a tree, always growing. Like a stream, a smooth and rythmic flow. Like the sun and moon you can always count on. Like a rock, a sense of security. Like a raging forest fire, burning hot and strong. Such is love.
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