Love is a strange And wonderous thing. It's the tears on your pillow. It's the feeling of spring. It's how you know your alive When all else fails. Its how I feel When I'm with you.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this when I was trying to figure out what love actually
is and almost imediately the first four lines popped into my head.
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