Love is but, a splendid thing, not fit for just a queen and king, more beautiful than, a diamond ring, not a one stand, or meaningless fling, without love you are like a bird, that cannot sing. Love is but a splendid thing, not playing games, or meaningless schemes, so beautiful you think, that you dream, love is but a splendid thing. Without it you are a bird, who is without his wings.
Reason for writing:
Love is very spendid, indeed. Too bad it something that you dream.
Birth sign: Libra
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