Love escapes... like children released for summer break. Love creeps.. like the coming of winter etched in a chilled wind mingled with the lingering sunshine. Love hurts... like heartburn after a spicy meal, 'cept milk won't soothe it. Love lingers... like dust on your shoes at the end of the day, But you can't brush it off. Love is sought.. it sits like patients in a drab waiting room.. I wish I were the doctor.Birth sign: Aries
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